Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

hunting ground

The entire manor was surrounded by the Imperial Knights. The reason was that an hour ago, the dungeon guards came to report that Imire Adrian, who was supposed to be waiting for trial, escaped.

And they found traces of dark magic in the dungeon.

This royal pair was like a bolt from the blue. No one noticed the black magician coming in and out of the hunting manor.

When the crown prince woke up, he was so angry that he vomited blood in front of others.

Rong Mo was supported by Xiu Jin, his pale face still warm, standing in front of a group of royal knights, his eyes cold.

The leader of the Royal Knights knelt on one knee in front of the Crown Prince and did not dare to raise his head for a long time.

"Your Highness, I was negligent." He hesitated for a while before daring to speak.

"negligence!"

The crown prince pointed at him and scolded him sternly, his pale face turned a little red with anger, "The assassination in the hunting ground was due to your negligence, and the fact that they came and went freely in the manor was also due to your negligence!"

The leader of the Royal Knights was scolded so hard that his head bowed deeper and he fell into deep self-blame.

Their mission is to protect the safety of the Crown Prince. Now it's good that the Crown Prince has been assassinated twice, and the third time the criminal was rescued by a black magician.

"I'm guilty! I deserve to die!"

The leader of the Royal Knights was blushing and ashamed. How was this different from a black magician slapping him in the face?

He even felt humiliated for a moment and wanted to draw his sword and kill himself, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't say anything and he didn't dare...

Rong Mo still had a warm and angry look on his face, but in his heart he was wondering if he had scolded him harshly.

After all, he directed and acted the whole process.

These knights are truly innocent.

After thinking about it, Rong Mo took a deep breath, his expression softened slightly, and he was still supported by Xiu Jin. His eyes scanned the crowd sharply, "I don't want to hear a confession, seal off the hunting ground, and strictly investigate all suspicious people!"

After Rong Mo finished speaking, his fragile body was shaky, as if these words had taken away all his strength, which made a group of people feel heartbroken.

The crown prince was assassinated three times, which showed that the enemy countries were afraid of their highness.

That Yimi Lei who helps the enemy country is collaborating with the enemy and treason!

After receiving the order, the Knights immediately sealed off the siege and notified the army to prevent the black magician from attacking the nobles.

After everything was arranged, Rong Mo, accompanied by Xiu Jin, arrived at the emperor's palace.

His father, who is very ill, seems to be bedridden every day, but in fact he can delay him better than anyone else.

When something happened to Yimi Lei, the emperor hired a palace doctor.

I heard that it was a huge blow and made me angry and heartbroken, but I don’t know if it’s true.

As the emperor's eldest son, Rong Mo felt it was necessary to show some filial piety.

Thinking of this, Rong Mo laughed mischievously. Today's conversation meant that he would live twenty years shorter than his father.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty doesn't see you." The waiter outside the palace stretched out his hand to stop him.

"No?", Rong Mo sneered, "If my father really doesn't see me, I still want him to tell me personally."

The waiter was shocked and turned pale. When he met Rong Mo's condensed gaze, he suppressed his fear and said, "Your Highness! Do you want to disobey His Majesty's order?"

No matter how powerful the Crown Prince is, he is His Majesty's servant and must never disobey his master's orders.

As soon as he finished speaking, his vision went dark. It was the knight next to the crown prince who stunned him.

The moment he fainted, he heard a short laugh, "Who wants to talk nonsense with you?"

Rong Mo jumped over the waiter, and Xiu Jin opened the palace door for him.

In the luxurious palace, the emperor closed his eyes and rested on the bed. When he heard the movement, he thought it was a waiter. Without opening his eyes, he ordered: "Bring water."

"..."

Rong Mo looked at the emperor with a smile but not a smile. He glanced around and saw the kettle on the square table. He went straight over and poured a cup for the emperor and brought it to the emperor.

The emperor was still waiting for someone to help him get up. After waiting for a long time and no movement was made, he opened his eyes irritably.

This group of attendants are really becoming more and more ignorant of the rules.

What caught his eye was a slender, snow-white hand with gold threads on the sleeves. It looked like he was not wearing the clothes of an attendant. The emperor's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes fell clearly on Rong Mo.

When he saw those blood-red pupils, his heart almost stopped, and he subconsciously shouted: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!"

Rong Mo raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the emperor with dissatisfaction, "Father, what are you calling me? Are you some kind of savage beast?"

He put the water glass into the emperor's hand, and Xiu Jin pulled a chair for Rong Mo to sit down.

The emperor's hand holding the water glass trembled slightly.

"What are you doing here! Didn't I say I won't see you!"

A cold smile appeared on Rong Mo's red lips, and she mocked, "Is it because my father doesn't want to see me that he saved Yimi Lei because of a guilty conscience?"

The emperor was stunned and his eyes widened in disbelief. What did Rong Mo say?

Did he save Imire?

Imire is no longer in the dungeon? !

After reacting, the old emperor let out a heavy sigh in his throat. The people from the temple were already on the way. What if Imire was not in the dungeon?

Rong Mo held back his laughter and observed the emperor's livid face. The emperor was worthy of being father and son with Yimi Lei. Their genes were passed down in vain.

"You mean Yimi Lei escaped?!", the emperor finally reacted and shouted the loudest ever.

Drawing attention from the other party.

"Is Father trying to confuse me? I really didn't expect that you would hate me so much."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" He couldn't understand what Rong Mo was talking about!

How could he save Imire!

Even if he could save him, he wouldn't.

If you are not cleansed of the suspicion of rebellion, you will have to bear the crime for the rest of your life!

"Are you still trying to deceive me?" Rong Mo asked sternly, "The black magician has appeared next to me many times, and my father really doesn't know about it?!"

The emperor was so confused by his shouting that he couldn't follow Rong Mo's brain circuit at all.

What does he have to do with the black magician?

"Shut up!" The emperor's face was red with anger, and his eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes. He was only less than forty years old. He had been suffering from illness for several months and was suffering from wrinkles. He was aging like a Late old man.

"I don't!" Rong Mo retorted with sideways eyes, becoming more and more fierce as he spoke. He stood up and was a head taller than the emperor, "Do you dare to swear to the gods that you have no intention of killing your son?"

"I…"

The emperor choked, and the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.

In the end, he finally said, "I didn't!"

"Then you swear an oath to the goddess of light." Rong Mo pressed forward step by step, not giving the emperor a chance to think.

The emperor's face had darkened to the extreme, and he was even more panicked.

The Rong Mo in front of him felt extremely strange. In the past, his son had listened to him and always looked at him with longing eyes.

He knew that Rong Mo longed for his father's love.

He also used this expectation to achieve his goal again and again, but since the birthday party, he could no longer see that expectation.

What replaced it was endless indifference.

"How dare you talk to me like that!", the emperor forced out his voice through his teeth, trying to overpower Rong Mo with his identity as his father.

Unexpectedly, the young man suddenly had scarlet eyes and screamed miserably: "You want to kill me! My father wants to kill me, but there is no crime!"

The emperor took a deep breath and froze in place.

He thought about killing Rong Mo, but he didn't find a chance to do it!

The emperor's lips trembled and his head buzzed. He didn't know what to say. He was about to defend himself when he was interrupted by Rong Mo.

"Father, I know that you love him more than me. You are not in good health and Yimi Lei committed a capital crime. I don't want to embarrass you. As long as you revoke his royal status, I am willing to forgive his crime."

Rong Mo closed his eyes and finally chose to compromise.

When the emperor heard the words abolition of imperial status, he coughed violently, became angry, grabbed the pillow beside him and threw it at Rong Mo!

"Ahem! Don't even think about it! You vicious monster, don't think I don't know the dirty thoughts in your heart!"

Without royal status, Rong Mo could kill Yimi Lei at any time!

He clearly had a guilty conscience and wanted to defraud Yimi Lei of her last guarantee.

"I won't let you succeed!", the emperor roared at Rong Mo with his eyes split open: "Get out! Get out of here!"

"Cough cough cough!"

The emperor coughed out blood, and a trace of scarlet dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the quilt, quickly staining the quilt red.

Rong Mo looked at the emperor quietly and laughed for a while, "Father, you really don't deserve this position."

He is as stupid as a pig. If the empire is entrusted to such an emperor, sooner or later he will be trampled by the enemy's cavalry.

Unreachable.

It simply makes people lose their fighting spirit.

"You!", the emperor pointed at Rong Mo, breathing heavily. He was like a stranded fish about to die, struggling hard to no avail.

Soon his eyes darkened and he fainted.

"Dead?" Rong Mo raised a smile.

Xiu Jin raised her hand and pressed it on the emperor's neck. His pulse was very weak, "He's not dead yet."

"Tsk, it's really hard to kill." Rong Mo curled his lips in disgust.

He took out the voice-recording magic tool from his pocket, which contained the conversation they just had.

Since the emperor has invited the pope's people, he naturally cannot live up to the emperor's good intentions and must make the best use of them.

"I'm curious, what does the Pope think of the emperor's assassination of his own son?"

Oh, and he also protected the criminal who assassinated the crown prince.

Rong Mo glanced at the unconscious emperor coldly, "Who asked you to always come here to increase your sense of presence? Just be a sick man and stay out of the way. You won't let me clean you up like garbage."

Xiu Jin stood next to Rong Mo and witnessed the whole process. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but turn up. He really couldn't get enough of his wife's shrewd look.

"Let's go, I'll leave some people to watch him"

"Okay~"

Rong Mo raised his little face, his still childish face was round and bulging, his smile was full of baby fat, and he looked completely different from the eccentric look he had just made him vomit blood.

The emperor almost lost his temper. Rong Mo didn't want him to die now. He still upheld the filial piety of his father and his son, and kept asking the palace doctor how the emperor was doing.

The emperor lived up to his expectations and woke up with a strong breath, but his body was particularly weak and it was difficult to speak.

When he woke up, he found that all the waiters around him had become unfamiliar faces.

In an instant, he guessed that it was Rong Mo who was responsible. The emperor who had just woken up almost fainted from the fire.

He pinned his hopes on the temple.

The temple has a special method to find the Son of Light. As long as the bloodline in Imire awakens, even if it is very weak, there is a glimmer of hope.