Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

The temple does have precedents for abolishing crown princes, but those were only those who had bad conduct or committed major mistakes and were forcibly abolished by the temple.

The imperial crown prince Rong Mo was supported by the nobles and loved by the people, and he also had political achievements.

Why should the temple be abolished?

I’m afraid the temple will be the first to be scolded for its abolition?

"Your Highness, please don't say this nonsense"

The godfather didn't dare to listen.

This is also what the Pope meant by being silent in the first place.

Of course Rong Mo knew that they could not abolish him, he just said it deliberately to make him look more pitiful.

The young man lowered his eyes in despair, with tears still shining on his long eyelashes. Widley, who was sitting at the edge, felt his heart ache.

He had long heard that the emperor didn't like the crown prince, but he didn't expect that he would be so disgusted.

Rong Mo would push himself so hard that he wouldn't even have time to rest...probably because he wanted to make more achievements so that the emperor would treat him differently.

No wonder the crown prince alienated him...

Widley remembered Rong Mo's unreadable look every time he asked him to accompany him.

All the resentment disappeared, and my heart and eyes were filled with heartache.

"Ding! Weideli's favorability +40, current favorability: 90"

"Um..." Rong Mo opened his eyes wide in shock, almost losing control of his expression in shock.

What the hell!

What the hell?

Why did this guy suddenly increase his favorability? And what's going on with your eyes that change all the time?

Rong Mofeng was confused, confused and shocked.

"Your Majesty has gone too far. His Majesty works diligently and loves the people. How can he be so stupid!"

No one else said anything, and Weideli was so angry that he defended Rong Mo.

Although everyone here thinks so, no one will say it.

No matter how fierce the royal family fights, it has nothing to do with the temple.

"Ahem!", the Pope had no choice but to cough twice to remind his indignant son.

No matter how good the relationship is, it cannot cross the line.

The temple is a temple, and the royal family is a royal family. They are most afraid of getting involved with each other.

"Your Highness is too childish. We can't help you with your request."

Judging from the Crown Prince's reaction, he was just too sad and wanted to vent, so they could understand.

But I understand, for such a sensitive topic as imperial power, coming forward is equivalent to supporting the crown prince and losing the authority of the temple. If you don't come forward, the crown prince may feel resentful and it will be a thankless effort.

To be on the safe side, the Pope chose not to intervene.

And for fear that Rong Mo would continue this topic, he originally wanted to see the emperor to understand the situation, but now he just wanted to stay as far away as possible.

I am afraid that the reputation of the temple will be severely damaged again.

"There are still things to do in the temple. Since there is no conclusion, we will leave first."

The Pope stood up and didn't give Rong Mo a chance to speak. He didn't even look at the room Rong Mo specially prepared for them.

Rong Mo hurried over and chased the person away, which was exactly what he wanted. He still pretended to have a pity look on his face and asked if he wanted to finish his meal before leaving.

As a result, the Pope ran faster.

Widley had something to say to Rong Mo, so he moved his lower lip, and the people in the temple dragged him away as if facing a formidable enemy.

Don't stay here for long!

They all knew about the relationship between Widley and Rong Mo. How could they leave the two of them alone before it was too late to avoid suspicion.

This trip came and went in a hurry. I went there one day and came back the same day. The people in the temple left. A group of nobles seemed to be in a dream, and they couldn't figure out the situation.

Rong Mo showed a triumphant smile. Even if you were walking fast, you didn't catch up with him.

Bai Tuanzi raised his little paws at Rong Mo. As expected, his host had to run away when the pope came. It was really useless to worry about it for so long.

Rong Mo pressed the little tortoise on his shoulders and stretched. He couldn't raise his fighting spirit at all. He sighed lazily, "Let's go, get ready to launch a general attack."

After the emperor was controlled by Rong Mo, he always wanted to wait for the opportunity to see the Pope. The most important thing was that he wanted to know the result, whether the Pope had found Yimi Lei.

The waiter standing not far from him was motionless, like a dummy.

"Come here!"

The emperor shouted feebly, and the waiter looked at him, walked over and asked, "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

"I'm going to see the Pope"

The emperor dragged his feeble body to get up from the bed. He stretched out his hand out of habit, thinking that the attendant would come to help him, but he was suddenly lifted up.

The whole person fell off the bed.

"boom!"

He hit the ground headfirst and his eyes were filled with stars. The emperor lay on the ground and groaned.

The waiter had no intention of helping him.

He also repeated the instructions given by the Crown Prince before he left, "His Royal Highness said that you need to rest your body and not be exhausted. His Highness, the Pope, wants you to rest assured. He will go and receive you."

"You mean he wants to imprison me!" The emperor lay on the ground and stretched his neck. The veins on his neck bulged and his eyes were red with anger.

The waiter was silent for a long time and then said: "Your Highness is thinking about your health."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the palace was pushed open, and another waiter walked in and said something in his ear. The waiter was slightly startled, then nodded, and turned to the emperor on the ground and said: "His Highness asked someone to speak to you, let me tell you, The Pope has left"

"What?"

This time the emperor couldn't care less about being angry. He was frozen in place and was greatly shocked.

He reacted for a long time, then suddenly got up from the ground and rushed out, "No way! You must be lying to me."

How could the Pope leave so hastily once he comes?

Rong Mo was definitely afraid of what he would say to the Pope, so he tried every means to deceive him!

The emperor didn't believe it, so the waiter stopped him and pushed him back.

"Your Majesty, it is not appropriate for others to see you like this."

Going out in just pajamas and letting others see you paying it back?

The royal family must maintain a noble posture and elegant etiquette at all times.

"Let me go! If you stop me, I'll kill you!", the emperor yelled through gritted teeth, his face pale but still vaguely majestic.

The waiter was in a dilemma, and the emperor broke free and ran out of the loose gap.

"Your Majesty! You can't go out!"

The waiter shouted from behind. The more he chased the emperor, the faster he ran. He didn't care about his image at the moment. He just wanted to see the pope as soon as possible.

That was all he hoped for.

Rong Mo dares to put him under house arrest now, and as soon as the Pope leaves, he dares to kill him.

The emperor finally realized that he was afraid. The child who once wanted to see his face and situation had grown to the point where he could threaten his life.

He regretted not strangling Rong Mo to death when he was born.

Not far from the corridor, a slender figure stood under the warm light. He smiled brightly when he saw him.

"Meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince"

Behind him, the emperor's attendants walked and bowed.

The emperor moved back. Seeing Rong Mo frightened him more than seeing a ghost.

Rong Mo raised his hand to signal the waiter to go down. He and the emperor were the only ones left in the corridor. The soft light did not make people feel warm, leaving the emperor only with a biting coldness.

From the soles of your feet, it feels cold all the way to the pit of your stomach. The young man in front of him has a very charming appearance like a devil.

No! Maybe he really is a devil.

The emperor glanced to the side with his peripheral vision, wanting to escape. As soon as he had this idea, he heard a chuckle, followed by a low voice asking:

"Where are you going, Father?"

Rong Mo walked towards the emperor without hesitation, his shadow stretched long on the carpet.

The closer he got, the paler the emperor's face turned, but his legs were as heavy as lead, unable to move.

Until the young man walked up to him and his eyes fell on him interestingly, without the humility of a son towards his father or a crown prince towards the emperor.

Are you not pretending to be in front of him at all?

"I want to see the Pope!", the emperor mustered up his courage and was annoyed that he was beaten by Rong Mo.

The young man tilted his head in confusion upon hearing this, "Didn't I already send someone to tell you that the Pope has left? Haven't they conveyed it yet?"

"Stop fooling me. Do you think I will believe you? I want to find it myself!"

"Puch"

The person in front of him suddenly laughed, and he couldn't control it. The clear laughter echoed in his ears, and the emperor got goosebumps all over his body.

"Father, you are so cute." Rong Mo smiled and shook his head, raising his hand to wipe away the tears from laughter at the end of his eyes, "Why should I lie to you? If the Pope is still here, I shouldn't be by your side. What? Why did I come to see you? "

"..."

The emperor's heart sank suddenly.

That's right...

If the Pope was still here, Rong Mo would not be here.

But...the Pope just arrived at the manor today, how could he leave in less than half a day.

"Your Majesty, I didn't find Yimi Lei. He didn't want to get involved in the royal affairs, so he ran away quickly." Rong Mo shrugged jokingly, admiring the emperor's colorful expression.

"I told you not to come out. Just take a look." Rong Mo clicked his tongue twice and stretched out his hand to gather the emperor's clothes. "You have made yourself so embarrassed."

"If those nobles see it, don't they want to see our royal joke?"

The emperor tensed his body nervously. He had the illusion that the slender knuckles on his clothes would pinch his neck at any time.

"You, what on earth are you going to do?"

"Um?"

Rong Mo raised his eyes and looked at the emperor suspiciously. "I just want to ask my father why he asked the people from the temple to come. Yimi Lei is a criminal. Do you expect the people from the temple to forgive a criminal?"

"Nonsense! Don't you know whether Yimi Lei is a criminal?"

The emperor gasped and waved away Rong Mo's hand, pointed at Rong Mo's nose and shouted: "Your mother confuses right and wrong, letting you, a monster, wear a layer of human skin and occupy everything that should belong to Yimi Lei. You and your mother Just as vicious"

"..."

Rong Mo's face darkened. Behind the emperor was the door to the palace. He raised his hand and pushed the emperor, who stumbled and fell backwards.

"Bang"

The door of the bedroom was closed forcefully by Rong Mo.

There were no lights in the room, and the door was some distance from the window. It was evening, and the sun was setting in the west. Half of Rong Mo's body was hidden in the shadows, making his expression at the moment gloomy and terrifying.

"Why does the emperor have the dignity to accuse me?" Rong Mo sneered disdainfully. When he saw the emperor trying to get up, he kicked him over and knocked him to the ground again.

"You!" The emperor wanted to yell, but was frightened by Rong Mo's cold eyes.

"Aren't you the most vicious one? You ascended the throne through the Berg family. Aren't you the one who betrayed your oath and was punished by God?"

"shut up!"

The emperor is most taboo about others mentioning the oath he made back then, "If I had known that your mother was a wicked woman, I would never have married her."