The door to the room opened. Mo Jingqi and Mo Jingli entered together. Within the room, the screen separating the inner and outer rooms had already been removed. As soon as the two entered, they saw Mo Xiuyao half-reclining on the bed. His white hair was casually scattered on the bed, and his white robes made him appear particularly cold and distant.
Ye Li sat on the edge of the bed, casually putting down the apple she had just peeled. Nodding her head, she smiled and said, "Emperor Chu, Prince of Li, please sit." The two silently sat down. The imperial bodyguards were standing guard outside, and Ye Li was being held back by Mo Xiuyao. Naturally, they could not expect anyone to serve them tea. Fortunately, the two were not here to drink tea.
Mo Xiuyao glanced at the two, asking, "What business do you have with I at this time?"
Such a casual tone was nothing in Mo Jingli's ears. However, in Mo Jingqi's ears, it was completely different. When Mo Xiuyao was still in the Chu capital, he would never have used such a casual and perfunctory tone to speak to him. Even if the politeness and submission in his tone were fake, he would at least put on an act. However, right now, Mo Xiuyao's tone was as if the person in front of him was not the monarch of a country, but a random cat or dog. If he was happy, he would say a few words, and if he was unhappy, he would ignore him.
Seeing that Mo Jingqi was about to fly into a rage, Mo Jingli inadvertently coughed lightly and asked, "Imperial Brother, don't you have something to ask Prince Ding?" Although he also found Mo Xiuyao displeasing to the eye, it had to be said that seeing his Imperial Brother's face darken with anger, Mo Jingqi felt rather happy.
Mo Jingqi took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart. Staring at Mo Xiuyao, he asked, "Where did Princess Changle go?"
Mo Xiuyao looked doubtfully at Mo Jingqi. Only after quite a while did he lightly scoff. Indifferently, he asked, "Princess Changle is your daughter. How would I know where she went?"
Mo Jingqi sneered, "Changle went missing in the Nanzhao Palace. Who else could it be but you? " Mo Xiuyao's lips curled up, his tone mocking. "That's right. Princess Changle went missing from the Nanzhao Palace. How would I know why she went to the Nanzhao Palace? How would I know when she went to the Nanzhao Palace? Mo Jingqi, your daughter is missing and you come to ask me for her. Are you going to ask I for her one day when your dragon throne is gone? "
"You!" Mo Jingqi's complexion alternated between green and white. Finally, unable to restrain himself, he slapped the table and stood up, glaring angrily at Mo Xiuyao. How could Mo Xiuyao take Mo Jingqi's anger seriously? Lying back on the soft pillow, he gazed impatiently at Ye Li. "Li, I'm hungry …" Ye Li helplessly picked up an apple from the side, cutting it into small pieces and feeding it to him. Mo Xiuyao ate happily, not forgetting to share with Ye Li. "Li Li, eat too. The food that Lei Tengfeng sent over is not bad."
Seeing the two people before him acting as if there was no one else present, Mo Jingqi was so angry that his hair stood on end, but there was nothing he could do. He could only leave in a huff. Seeing that he was about to leave, Mo Xiuyao gave him a look and said, "Wait."
Mo Jingqi gritted his teeth and said, "What else do you want to say?"
Mo Xiuyao looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile. After thinking for a bit, he said, "It's rare for you to specially visit I, so I'll tell you a piece of good news for free. Speaking of which, the Ren Gongzi that you met a few days ago … is the current Commander of the Northern Region, the orphan of the previous dynasty, Lin Yuan. "
This news immediately made Mo Jingqi dizzy, unable to recover for a long time. Mo Jingli frowned and said, "If Ren Qining is Lin Yuan, then who is Tan Jizhi?" Mo Xiuyao shrugged, indicating that he didn't know. Mo Jingqi laughed coldly and said, "You think I'll believe your nonsense?"
Although he said this, Mo Jingqi's heart was faintly shaken. This was because he knew that Mo Xiuyao wouldn't use this kind of thing to tease him. Seeing Mo Xiuyao's slightly mocking and mocking expression, Mo Jingqi hated that he couldn't find a hole to hide in. The Tan Jizhi that he trusted was a remnant of the previous dynasty, and the Ren Qining that he had just saved two days ago was also a remnant of the previous dynasty. If this spread out, where would he put his face as the Emperor? He couldn't be bothered to argue with Mo Xiuyao anymore. Mo Jingqi's face darkened as he flicked his sleeves and left.
Mo Jingli was a step slower than him, walking behind him. He hesitantly turned around to look at Mo Xiuyao and asked, "Ren Qining really …"
Mo Xiuyao laughed disdainfully and said, "I don't have candy to eat if I lie to you. Mo Jingqi, that trash, didn't hear anything when someone else was tampering with the land of the Da Chu State. In these few years, Ren Qining has taken over the entire Northern Region, and his hands have already reached the Da Chu State. What is that trash doing? This is also good, lest one day I can't stand it anymore and destroy him first. You tell Mo Jingqi that when he becomes the Emperor of Ten Thousand Countries, I will send him a sword on behalf of Emperor Taizu to help him die for his country. "
Mo Jingli was speechless. He turned around and walked out. Outside the door, Mo Jingqi clearly heard Mo Xiuyao's words. He was so angry that his whole body was trembling, but he couldn't turn around and confront Mo Xiuyao.
Mo Jingli's eyes darkened. He stepped forward and said, "Imperial Brother, we should return to the capital." Mo Jingqi coldly snorted, flicked his sleeves and left.
Mo Xiuyao recuperated for nearly half a month before leaving An City with Ye Li. As for the capable Young Master Qing Chen, he had already returned early.
Before leaving, Ling Tiehan also brought his two sworn sisters and sworn brother to say goodbye. After Pavilion Master Ling fought with Mo Xiuyao and Murong Xiong twice in a row, he seemed to have realized something and decided to go back and practice in seclusion. An City, which was originally bustling with noise and excitement, had already gradually quieted down.
When Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao left, only Lei Tengfeng came to see them off. He still had to stay in An City to clean up the mess left behind by the Murong Clan's destruction. In comparison, although the Prince Ding Mansion didn't achieve its goal, it was the most profitable. Because they didn't have to pay anything, all they got was net profit. They didn't even have to clean up the mess.
The two of them traveled slowly. By the time they returned to the northwest, it was already the end of September, close to October.
Just as they returned to Glass City, they hadn't even entered the grand Prince Ding Mansion when a white and tender little bun wearing an ink-colored brocade rushed out guiltily. Mo Xiaobao hugged Ye Li and cried earth-shatteringly, "Wu wu … … wu wa … … Mother, your words don't count … … wu wu, you clearly said that you would come to see Xiaobao the next day. Wu wa … … Mother doesn't want Xiaobao anymore. Xiaobao is a child that no one wants. Wu wu … … "
Ye Li couldn't help but frown. Who taught this child all these messy things? But looking at the tearful little bun, even Xiaobao, who usually hated being called the most, came out, it could be seen that he was really sad. Ever since Mo Xiaobao was born, she had always kept him by her side. This was the first time she left for such a long time. Seeing her son crying to the point of hiccups, Ye Li hurriedly lowered her head and kissed his teary little face. She said softly, "I'm sorry, Mother was wrong. How can Mother not want Xiaobao? Xiaobao is Mother's precious darling. "
Being kissed by Mother in front of so many people, Mo Xiaobao still felt a little embarrassed. His little face immediately turned red like an apple. But he really missed Mother ah. In the end, Mo Xiaobao who couldn't bear to leave Mother buried his little face in Mother's shoulder. His two little hands tightly hugged Ye Li's neck, unwilling to let go, "Mother, Xiaobao misses Mother."
Ye Li looked at Mo Xiaobao's white and tender face, his big watery eyes, her heart softened like a ball of cotton, "Mother also misses Xiaobao."
"Then Mother won't not want Xiaobao anymore?" Mo Xiaobao looked at Ye Li with eager eyes. Ye Li suddenly had no resistance, "Mother will never not want Xiaobao."
"Mother is the best, Xiaobao loves Mother." Smack, Mo Xiaobao cheerfully gave Ye Li a few longing kisses.
The people who came to receive them saw their Little Shizi and Wangfei talking about their longing after a long separation. At the same time, they saw their Prince standing at the side with a dark face. After a while, Mo Xiaobao was still grabbing his Mother to talk about his longing and grievances. Mo Xiuyao couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He bent down and lifted Mo Xiaobao from Ye Li's arms.
"Mother … …" Being lifted by the collar by Mo Xiuyao, Mo Xiaobao kicked his little legs in displeasure as he begged Mother for help.
"Xiuyao … …" Ye Li looked disapprovingly at Mo Xiuyao. It wasn't good to always lift a child by the collar. What if Xiaobao was hurt?
Mo Xiuyao quickly changed the way he carried Mo Xiaobao that Ye Li could accept. He held Mo Xiaobao in his arms and looked with a smile at his son whose eyes were darting around as he said: "Son, Fuwang also misses you very much. Do you not miss Fuwang at all when you see me?" Mo Xiaobao bared his teeth at him at a place where Ye Li couldn't see. He didn't want to hate Fuwang. It was good if Fuwang didn't come back often. Then no one would steal Mother from him. But in front of Ye Li, Mo Xiaobao could only obediently nod his head and say: "This child also misses Fuwang." Bending down, he kissed Mo Xiuyao's face.
Mo Xiuyao, whose face was covered in saliva, was stunned. Then looking at the little thing in his arms with a mischievous smile, Mo Xiuyao resisted the urge to throw the little thing out. He put on a fake smile and said: "You really are Fuwang's good son. Xiaobao is so obedient. Xiaobao must have finished the homework that Fuwang gave you before you left, right? "
Mo Xiaobao's face stiffened. His eyes kept darting around, not daring to look at Mo Xiuyao. Looking at his expression, how could Mo Xiuyao not understand? He looked at him with an amiable smile, "Xiaobao ah, it seems like you need to explain to Fuwang and Fuwang how much you missed your Fuwang and Fuwang these past few months, to the point that you forgot to do your homework."
Mo Xiaobao was like a punctured balloon, slowly deflating. Fuwang and whatnot, he hated it the most!
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