Chapter 409

All I saw in Mo Xiaohu's hand was not the Magic Cloud Fruit—what else could it be?

Ye Qingran: "......"

【3> She almost instinctively checked her Shen Nong Space.

She almost instinctively checked her Shen Nong Space.

That Magic Cloud Fruit lay in the Jiu Tian Xi Rang, replicating...

Since the Xu Kong Gongzi's Magic Cloud Fruit is in her space, where did this Magic Cloud Fruit in Xiao Hu's hand come from?

Ye Qingran couldn't figure it out for a moment, but she almost instinctively took the Magic Cloud Fruit from Xiao Hu's hand.

She couldn't let the child be framed!

"Well done, Ye Qingran, the Magic Cloud Fruit is indeed with you!"

Mu Qingrou instantly saw the Magic Cloud Fruit in Ye Qingran's hand and shouted loudly, drawing everyone's attention.

Ye Qingran sat there, pinching the Magic Cloud Fruit between two fingers.

The evidence is solid!

Everyone looked at the bright red Magic Cloud Fruit in her hand and were stunned.

Was that white mist just now really released by Ye Qingran, with the purpose of stealing the Magic Cloud Fruit?

At this moment Mu Qingrou had already walked up to Ye Qingran, looking down at her with a cold smile of success flashing in her eyes.

"Ye Qingran, I know you desperately want the Magic Cloud Fruit, but you can't use such despicable means! You know the Xu Kong Gongzi already sold the Magic Cloud Fruit to the Thirteenth Princess, yet you still stole it—your heart is truly heinous!"

"Ye Qingran, this Magic Cloud Fruit is mine! You dare to snatch something from this princess's hand—what audacity!"

Dongfang Ling'er wore a furious expression.

Faced with Mu Qingrou and Dongfang Ling'er's questioning, Ye Qingran ignored them and instead looked at her beloved son.

"Xiao Hu, where did the Magic Cloud Fruit come from?" she asked in a low voice.

Mo Xiaohu blinked, then replied in a low voice, "Mother, I brought the Magic Cloud Fruit from Mo Yuan!"

So that's how it is!

But after thinking it over, she felt a bit depressed.

Her son always had the Magic Cloud Fruit in his hand, yet she didn't even know!

During this time, she had people search the entire continent for the Magic Cloud Fruit's whereabouts—what was she after?

When she gets back, she'll definitely give Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen a good talking-to to see what other treasures they haven't handed over to this old mother!

"What are you all worked up about? I merely wanted to observe the Magic Cloud Fruit up close. If I truly intended to steal it, would I brazenly hold it in my hand and sit here waiting for you to catch me?"

Everyone nodded, feeling Ye Qingran made a lot of sense.

Given Ye Qingran's strength, stealing the Magic Cloud Fruit here would not be difficult.

"If you just wanted to look at the Magic Cloud Fruit, couldn't you have simply told me? Why make such a fuss?"

"Thirteenth Princess, perhaps you've forgotten that we have no affection between us; I want to borrow the Magic Cloud Fruit for a look—do you think you'd lend it?"

One sentence left Dongfang Ling'er speechless.

"Ye Qingran, don't change the subject. If you only wanted to observe the Magic Cloud Fruit up close, how do you explain the white mist just now?"

"That white mist just now has nothing to do with me." Ye Qingran shrugged.

Mu Qingrou snorted coldly, "With both human and material evidence, you still dare to quibble? Just admit it—you're a corrupt, thieving scoundrel!"

"A thief?"

The people present looked at Mu Qingrou and felt she was giving Ye Qingran no face at all. After all, she is now the woman of the Emperor Sovereign of Zhu Lu's Peak—doesn't she fear provoking the Emperor Sovereign with such arrogance?

But upon reflection, Mu Qingrou has the Wuji Hall backing her.

The Wuji Hall's status in the Holy Realm is no lower than that of Zhu Lu's Peak!

"Everyone, come look—what guest elder of the Divine Medicine Sect, what eighth-rank Alchemist, they're just glitter on the outside, rotten within! Ye Qingran is essentially a thief, specializing in stealing others' things!"

Mu Qingrou raised her voice and shouted loudly.

Her face was full of malicious intent.

Today, she wants the people of Xiliang City to see clearly that Ye Qingran is a shameless thief!

"Exactly! Everyone, come look! This thief Ye Qingran stole the Magic Cloud Fruit I bought for ten million taels of gold, and still refuses to admit it!"

Dongfang Ling'er joined in shouting.

The Wuji Hall was already packed inside, and outside even more people who weren't qualified to enter crowded in; hearing the commotion inside, they all turned curious gazes inward.

"What's happening in there? I seem to have heard someone say Ye Qingran is stealing things?"

"They say Ye Qingran stole the Magic Cloud Fruit, but who knows if it's true?"

"The Magic Cloud Fruit is already in Ye Qingran's hand—the evidence is solid; what more is there to say?"

Many clueless people, after Mu Qingrou and Dongfang Ling'er's shouting, really came to believe Ye Qingran was a thief.

Mo Xiaohu was confused—clearly he gave the Magic Cloud Fruit to his mother to eat, so how did it become something she stole?

"Auntie, did you get it wrong?"

Mo Xiaohu's voice rang out, childlike.

Mu Qingrou originally had no good expression, but upon reflection, this child is no mere wild offspring—although he is born of Ye Qingran, that lowly woman, carrying her base bloodline, the other half of his bloodline is that of the Emperor Sovereign of Zhu Lu's Peak.

So she slightly softened her attitude.

"I haven't made a mistake—it's your mother who stole the Magic Cloud Fruit!"

Mo Xiaohu furrowed his brows, "The Magic Cloud Fruit is what I gave my mother—she didn't steal it!"

Ye Qingran's child said, the Magic Cloud Fruit is what he gave Ye Qingran?

Mu Qingrou laughed.

"Ye Qingran, you're truly disgusting—making your child lie to cover for you?"

"Before you had your child lie, didn't you think of coming up with a plausible excuse?"

Those who originally didn't believe Ye Qingran would steal anything, upon hearing Mo Xiaohu say that, couldn't help but frown.

They didn't think a child like Mo Xiaohu would have something like a Magic Cloud Fruit in his hand.

Then it can only mean that these words were taught to him by Ye Qingran.

Ye Qingran really is the thief who stole the Magic Cloud Fruit!

"Am I a thief?"

Ye Qingran stood up, half-smiling.

She already had a strong presence, and now she overwhelmed Mu Qingrou, making her feel immense pressure.

"Could I have said something wrong?"

Mu Qingrou said through gritted teeth.

"Really?"

Ye Qingran's smile burned bright; just as she was about to have Han Xing produce the evidence, her hand was grabbed by Fu Qianchen.

"Mother, don't rush; let's hear what Xiao Hu has to say."

Fu Qianchen's eyes flickered with mischief; Ye Qingran raised her brow and nodded.

Deep down, she felt a faint anticipation.

"Mother, rest assured, I won't let you be wronged!"

Mo Xiaohu bore the air of a little young man.

Ye Qingran felt moved inside.

"A son can also be a thoughtful little padded jacket!"

"Shut up!"

When Mo Xiaohu turned to look at the crowd, the soft, cute expression on his face faded, replaced by coldness.

Everyone was stunned.

At that moment, they seemed to feel the aura of the Emperor Sovereign!