Mo Jingchen argued calmly,

"But Prince Duan forced the palace to rebel. He deserves death."

"Alas~"

Mo Qingwu sighed and shook his head.

"You don't even know how happy the emperor was when Xiao Che was born ...

Duan Wang was the elder brother. Even if he made a huge mistake and deserved death, it would not be Xiao Ye's younger brother's turn to kill him.

It would be okay for the emperor to order Xiao Che to be cut into pieces with a thousand swords, but if Xiao Ye did it, he would have to bear all the emperor's anger and condemnation.

Commonly known as, scapegoat and punching bag, do you understand? "

Mo Jingchen knelt on the ground again, his eyes filled with sincerity.

"Little aunt, King Zhenbei has always cared about brotherhood, and he did not kill King Duan.

There was no fatal injury on King Duan's body.

It's all because of King Duan's weak body and his inability to withstand the cruelty of the battlefield. It has nothing to do with King Zhenbei. "

Mo Qingwu rolled his eyes again and said sternly:

“You are so glib and talk nonsense with your eyes closed!

Didn't you know whether Xiao Ye tortured and killed his brother or cared about brotherhood?

When you say this, do you believe it?

Or do you think the Emperor is a three-year-old child and is easy to deceive? Your Majesty, you are not yet an old fool! "

Mo Jingchen's eyes were firm:

“Little aunt, since the Emperor feels sorry for King Duan, he will also feel sorry for King Zhenbei.

The emperor is now too sad. If he mistakenly kills King Zhenbei out of grief and anger, he will regret it. We must advise you!

Please ask my aunt to give you a gold medal to save the king of Zhenbei from death. "

"Haha~"

Mo Qingwu sneered contemptuously,

"Even if the emperor can accept Xiao Ye killing his brother, he will never accept him killing him cruelly.

Who doesn't know that Xiao Ye stabbed his eldest brother more than a hundred times, and the blows were not fatal.

Whenever Xiao Ye is impulsive, he will never avoid the vital points with precision.

Such a vicious and cruel thing can kill his brother today, and his father tomorrow.

Who is the emperor? He loves himself the most, how could he leave such a disaster to threaten him?

You can't protect Xiao Ye, let alone a gold medal for immunity from death, even if your father is still alive.

Abandon him~"

Mo Jingchen's eyes were full of sadness and he said sadly,

"No, little aunt, King Zhenbei cannot die.

Please, give me the gold medal to avoid death, please ... "

Concubine Mo curled her lips and waved, signaling Cui Guo to bring little Huaijin over and bring her to Mo Jingchen.

"Xiao Chen, you see, he is your brother, your biological brother who is related by blood. You both have the blood of the Mo family in your bones.

From now on, you have to support him and restore the former glory of our Mohist family. This is the serious matter.

As for Xiao Ye, forget about him! "

Mo Jingchen gently touched Xiao Huaijin's little face, then raised his eyes, his phoenix eyes were full of sinister birds of prey, word by word, he spoke coldly,

"Little aunt, you are destined to have no heirs, while Xiao Ye is destined to have siblings.

Your Highness is Xiao Ye’s destiny.

If Xiao Ye is gone, can his brotherhood be preserved? "

Mo Jingchen's voice was not loud, but it made Mo Qingwu take a breath. She took two steps back with little Huaijin in her arms and said angrily,

"you you!

You bastard! How dare you curse my son!

I miss you so much that I am so sad today, so I won’t care about you!

Go back to Mo Mansion now! Spend three days in the ancestral hall facing the wall and thinking about it! "

Mo Jingchen knelt on the spot, motionless, and begged again,

"I just made a mistake.

Please auntie, for the sake of Xiao Ye bringing you your son, please save him.

The King of Zhenbei has always been broad-minded, and he will definitely protect his younger brother ... "

Mo Qingwu was particularly angry and interrupted him angrily.

“There is only one gold medal to avoid death!

I will never use it to save an insignificant person!

You should give up this idea!

Even if you curse me and your own brother, it's still useless! I will treat you as if you are crazy!

If you like to kneel, just kneel here!

Even if you kneel to death, I will not be soft-hearted! "

Mo Qingwu angrily carried his son back to the inner hall.

Cui Guo rubbed her back and comforted her.

"Master, don't be angry, the young master just cares too much about King Zhenbei.

After all, King Zhenbei took good care of him when he was a child.

Now that life and death were at stake, the young master asked for help for him, and his tone was a little excited, which is human nature.

If our young master ignores the King of Zhenbei at this time, then he is really a ruthless and unjust person.

When King Zhenbei dies, our young master will be sad for a while, and he will naturally help our young highness.

We are blood relatives, no one can part with us~"

Mo Qingwu nodded, worry showing in his eyes again,

"In the evening, you give him a cloak and some food."

Cui Guo smiled and nodded,

"Hmm, Master, you are a sharp-tongued person~"

At that time, the wet nurse came to nurse the child.

She hugged little Huaijin and suddenly her expression changed.

"Your Highness, why is your face so hot? I'm afraid you have a fever!"

Mo Qingwu touched Xiao Huaijin's forehead and it turned out to be hot!

Mo Qingwu panicked a little.

"You were fine just now ... Cui Guo! The Imperial Physician!"

"yes!"

Cui Guo quickly ran to the outer hall.

"Sir, Your Highness suddenly has a fever. Could you please come and treat me?"

Mo Jingchen knelt on the ground with an indifferent expression.

Cui Guo curled her lips and lowered her voice,

"Little stubborn donkey! If you don't go down this step, just kneel here all night!"

When the time comes, if you kneel down and break your body, you will still suffer! "

Mo Jingchen acted as if he hadn't heard anything, his expression as cold as ice.

Cui Guo didn't dare to delay, sighed, and hurried to the Tai Hospital.

His Majesty's sudden illness is not a trivial matter.

The head of the Imperial Hospital came over with all the imperial doctors on duty to show their attention.

However, His Highness's fever stumped all the doctors in the Imperial Hospital.

Your Highness, it’s not just a simple fever:

The pads of his ten fingers were all purple. Obviously, he was poisoned!

The head of the Taiyuan Hospital asked if he had given His Highness any food.

Little Huaijin is only more than two months old and has no teeth. What food can she eat except milk?

Mo Qingwu is not stupid, she has already reacted:

What did Mo Jingchen mean by preserving Xiao Ye's fraternal relationship just now ...

He had touched the child, and he was the one who did it!

Mo Qingwu's heart was instantly filled with heart-piercing pain. She tried her best to suppress the surging emotions in her heart, and pretended to be calm and said to the doctors,

"I remember, I heard my mother say that when we were children, we, three brothers and sisters, would often have inexplicable fevers at night, and our fingertips would turn purple.

This is probably a family problem. It's okay and will be fine in the morning.

Thank you for your help, doctors. Please go back. "

Doctors, look at me and I'll look at you:

Although they had never heard of such strange symptoms, the emperor and the imperial concubine had spoken, and they could not say anything more, lest they cause trouble.