The princess was reborn with her cub, and the ninth uncle was killed by the cub in anger.

Emperor Yong's eyes darkened slightly.

Looking down at the son who looked most like him, he took a serious look at him for the first time, "You do... look a lot like me."

More than just looks.

Even the patricide is similar to him.

Back then... he had reached this stage just like him, but compared to him, Mo Ziqian in front of him was not very clever, and his methods were not very good.

Even...stupid.

In the past, Mo Ziqian would have been happy when he heard Emperor Yong's words. He desperately wanted to please, get recognition and preference, just to stand out.

But Emperor Yong's heart was made of stone.

No matter how hard I try, I can't keep him warm, and I can't even see how good he is.

Now that this time has come, it is useless for him to praise him. Mo Ziqian sneered in his eyes: "Father, there is no need to think about playing the family card at this time. It is useless to me."

"You want to kill me?"

"Originally, I didn't want to come to this point. You forced me to do this. Father, you are too partial. Today's results are all caused by you."

"Back then, my mother-in-law was killed by Empress Qin. You were worried about the Qin family and suppressed the matter without even investigating. Do you know that without the protection of my mother-in-law, the few people I had in the palace of Empress Qin would How did you survive the month?”

"Everyone can be bullied, everyone can be trampled on, and those who are constantly using hidden arrows and poisons want to kill me."

"If my grandfather hadn't asked the master to come forward, and if I was too weak at the time, how could I have left the palace and hid far away in the Lingshi Temple on the border to survive!"

"Seven years, a full seven years."

"Father, did you ever think about my son at that time? Have you ever thought about what I have lived these past seven years? After I returned to Beijing, I tremblingly wanted to be a good son and get your approval. "

"But you would rather give your eyes to Uncle Nine Princes than to give them to me even if you are stingy."

"Other princes have wives who are not the legitimate daughters of famous families, but look at what you have arranged for me, a lowly fake daughter and the granddaughter of the Imperial Academy."

"Father, how much do you look down on me?"

Speaking of this, Mo Ziqian's eyes glowed scarlet, showing that he was very excited.

Full of unwillingness and resentment.

"The slave soldiers that I worked so hard to get were taken away from me just because your legitimate son said there was something wrong with the household tax."

"Why!"

"This king is unwilling!"

The last sentence, which Mo Ziqian shouted almost with an angry voice, echoed in the hall for a long time.

outside the temple.

On top of the chariot sedan.

Liu Qingwan still didn't know what was happening outside.

She was waiting for Mo Ziqian to take her out of the sedan. During this period, she vaguely heard something, but she didn't dare to break the rules and lift her hijab to peek.

After all, this is the palace.

But after waiting for a long time, Liu Qingwan was really surprised, so she shouted in a low voice outside the sedan: "Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing, what's going on?"

No one responded to her.

After waiting and waiting, Liu Qingwan finally felt something was wrong, lifted her hijab and looked outside the carriage...

Inside the hall.

Mo Ziqian's unwilling accusations did not arouse Emperor Yong's expression.

Yes, Emperor Yong looked cool and calm from beginning to end.

Looking at Mo Ziqian, he was also indifferent.

It's like watching an ignorant child crying and complaining about being naughty.

On the contrary, at this time.

"You fart!"

A figure rushed out angrily from the side hall, his voice extremely angry.