Mo Jingqi chuckled. Seeing his younger brother's angry appearance made his mood very good, "Jingli, you should thank zhen for letting you keep a child. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not being a good Prince and going against zhen. " Mo Jingli's face was dark. After a long time, he suddenly sneered, "You also said that I still have a son. Do you believe that I won't kill all of your sons one by one?! "
Mo Jingqi did not care about his threat at all. He smiled faintly, "Do you really think that the one in your fu is your son? Jingli, you don't know. When Princess Consort Li gave birth to that child, zhen personally held him. That is a white, tender, and sturdy little boy. That sickly child of yours is not even half as big as him. "
"Bastard!" Mo Jingli was furious. He fiercely threw Mo Jingqi back onto the bed. Then he pounced forward and grabbed his neck, shouting angrily, "Where did you take I's son?! Speak! "
Mo Jingqi seemed to not see the hand tightly strangling his neck. His waxy yellow face was red from choking. He still had his eyes half closed and did not care. In the end, Mo Jingli could only let him go in defeat. He could not really kill Mo Jingqi now. At that time, he would not need the throne. He would become a monarch killer. Looking at the person lying on the bed, Mo Jingli sneered, "You won't say anything? You think that I don't have a way to deal with you? I will kill a prince a day for you to see. There will be a day when you will speak. "
Mo Jingqi opened his eyes and looked at him. He calmly said, "Zhen is about to die, how can I control them? Even if you kill all of zhen's sons, so what? Changle is still in the northwest. Even if she is a daughter, she is still zhen's blood. As for you … … you are destined to have no descendants. As long as you kill a prince, I guarantee that your son will be sent to your dining table the next morning. "
At this point, Mo Jingli had to admit that he was not as ruthless as his brother. "What do you want? You should know that your body will never recover. Do you think you'll be safe and sound if you give the throne to Noble Consort Liu? "In order to be absolutely safe, he would never use the antidote. When Noble Consort Liu was mentioned, Mo Jingqi's eyes flashed with a trace of ruthlessness. He lowered his eyes and pondered for a while before saying, "What I want to do has nothing to do with you."
Not long after, Mo Jingqi's decree came from the palace. Noble Consort Liu's eldest son, Mo Jingli, was conferred the title of Crown Prince. In addition, Prince Li, Mo Jingli, was conferred the title of Prince Regent. Once the imperial edict was released, the entire court was naturally shocked, but they did not understand the emperor's intentions. The courtiers who wanted to pick a side were also confused. Should they choose the Crown Prince or Prince Li?
Inside the Li Prince's Mansion
When Mo Jingli returned to the residence, Ye Ying and Princess Xi Xia came to greet him. Princess Xi Xia was still as beautiful as a flower, bright and moving. In comparison, Ye Ying looked much paler and thinner. The young woman who was just in her early twenties looked like she was nearing her thirties. She was holding the hand of a boy who looked less than five years old. However, everyone in the Prince Ding Mansion knew that this Prince and Princess Consort Liu's pampered little heir was already seven years old this year.
"Prince, congratulations to Prince for being conferred the title of Prince Regent. From now on, you have great power in your hands." Princess Xi Xia's smile was bright and charming. She looked sincere and happy, but she did not deliberately flatter him. This made Mo Jingli, who originally had a dark expression, unable to help but reveal a trace of a smile.
A trace of jealousy flashed through Ye Ying's eyes. She led her son forward and said with a smile, "Chenqie and the little heir also congratulate Prince for being conferred the title of Prince Regent …" After saying this, she slightly pinched the little heir's hand, indicating for him to speak.
The little child's face was pale, and his body was so weak that it looked like he could fall over with a gust of wind. He leaned close to Ye Ying's side, as if he was very afraid of his father, Mo Jingli. Ye Ying secretly gritted her teeth. She really did not understand. She and Mo Jingli were not cowardly people. Why was it that this son of theirs was as timid as a mouse? Even his own father was afraid of him. The child timidly raised his head. His voice was as soft as a mosquito's as he called out to his father. Then, he had nothing else to say.
Mo Jingli looked at the cowering child in front of him and only felt the anger in his heart boil. It was as if it was about to burst out at any moment. How could such a weak and timid child be his, Mo Jingli's, son?! He could not help but think of Mo Jingqi lying on the bed before he left the palace. Although he was very weak, his eyes were still filled with pride. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His eyes that stared at the child seemed to be about to spit fire.
"Prince …" Ye Ying looked at Mo Jingli with some confusion. At this moment, of course, she could tell that Mo Jingli was not happy because he had become the Prince Regent. In fact, he was very angry now. Ye Ying carefully supported her son who wanted to hide behind her out of fear and asked carefully.
Mo Jingli coldly snorted, sending the child flying with a kick. After he sent people to investigate carefully, he found out that the midwives during Ye Ying's delivery were all arranged by Mo Jingqi. After Ye Ying gave birth, everyone in the manor had been replaced. No one knew where they went. Mo Jingli knew that Mo Jingqi was not lying. The sickly child in front of him was not his son at all. He really did not look like himself or Ye Ying. He was not ugly, but it was definitely obvious that even if he grew up, he would only be an ordinary-looking child.
"Prince?!" Ye Ying screamed. All the servants and maids present, including Princess Xi Xia, were shocked. Ye Ying pounced on the child. The child fell to the ground and vomited two mouthfuls of blood. He could not even cry. It looked like he was about to die. Ye Ying was so frightened that she almost did not dare to touch the child. She could only scream, "Son … Quick! Quick, go to the imperial physician! "
The servants came to their senses and looked at Mo Jingli hesitantly. The Little Heir was kicked by the Prince. It was naturally up to the Prince to call for the imperial physician. Although most people did not know medicine, they could tell that the Little Heir had been weak and sickly since he was young. After being kicked so hard by the Prince, it was obvious that he was about to die.
"You are not allowed to go!" Mo Jingli said coldly. Ye Ying looked up at Mo Jingli in shock. Tears hung on her face. She was momentarily at a loss. "Prince … Prince …"
Mo Jingli's hatred for Ye Ying had reached its peak. This woman could not do anything right. Back then, he had really gone crazy to want to marry her. And because of that, he missed the opportunity … He went forward, grabbed Ye Ying, and dragged her into the courtyard. Ye Ying kept struggling. She looked at the dying child and cried endlessly.
"No … Prince, the child …" Mo Jingli's figure was behind the screen wall. Everyone present looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Princess Xi Xia looked at the child on the ground. A gloating smile appeared on her lips. She waved her hand and said, "Let's wait until the Prince is done with his work."
Ye Ying, who was being dragged away by Mo Jingli, struggled all the way. However, how could a weak woman like her break free? Ye Ying was dragged back into the room by Mo Jingli. He pushed her hard. She lost her balance and bumped into the table in the room. Ye Ying looked up and said with tears in her eyes, "Prince, why did you do that? That's our child. How could you be so heartless … "
"Shut up!" Mo Jingli said coldly. He stared coldly at Ye Ying and said, "You're such an incompetent fool! You didn't even know that your child was swapped. You let I raise a bastard from who knows where for seven years! " Ye Ying was stunned. She could not understand the meaning of Mo Jingli's words. Mo Jingli stared at her and said coldly, "Don't you understand? That sickly child is not I's son at all. That child was swapped when he was born! "
"How … how could it be? That's impossible! "Ye Ying cried out involuntarily. The son she had carefully taken care of for several years was not her biological son? Then where did the child she gave birth to go? "Prince … then … where is our child?" Ye Ying asked anxiously.
Mo Jingli said hatefully, "In Mo Jingqi's hands!" Hearing that, Ye Ying fell onto the chair weakly. All these years, she was well aware of the relationship between Mo Jingli and Mo Jingqi. Now that the child had fallen into Mo Jingqi's hands, would there be a day she could get it back?
Ye Ying grabbed Mo Jingli's clothes in a panic and cried, "Prince, save our child. Ying 'er begs you to save our child. Sob sob … My poor child … "
Mo Jingli pushed her away in annoyance. Of course, he would save the child. He had to save him. Looking coldly at Ye Ying who was crying by the table, Mo Jingli only felt that this once delicate and lovely woman was incomparably annoying. "From today onwards, you stay in the backyard and don't come out. I don't want to see you again!" Ye Ying was stunned. She had just heard that her son had fallen into Mo Jingqi's hands, and now she was being grounded by Mo Jingli. How could she bear it?
"Why … why?" Ye Ying looked at Mo Jingli absentmindedly. All these years, she had already lost his love. If it were not for her son, she would have been forgotten long ago. The sweet love in the past was like a dream. Now, was she going to lose all that she had left?
Mo Jingli said coldly, "If it weren't for your stupidity, how could I not know the whereabouts of my son for so many years? Do you know what I have lost because of your stupidity? Back then, mother was right. You are indeed a stupid and incompetent woman. If I didn't marry you back then … "Thinking of the gentle woman he had seen once in An City last year, Mo Jingli couldn't help but feel a sense of regret. After so many years, she was still as elegant as an orchid, graceful and elegant. If it were her … If it were her, this would never have happened.
After taking one last look at Ye Ying, Mo Jingli left without any reluctance. Leaving behind Ye Ying, who was in a daze, silently crying. After a long time, the sound of sobbing finally came from the room.
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