Mo Chengning glanced at Mo Xiao unhappily: "You are the tyrant, not me."

Mo Xiao sneered: "If no one exposes you, do you really think you are a good person?"

Mo Chengning didn't say anything, just stared slightly, looking like an innocent and cute child.

Mo Xiao's heart ached for a moment, and then he said unhappily: "Don't try to deceive me with that look. What did you do? Do you really think I don't know?"

Mo Chengning raised his eyebrows: "What did I do?"

"Tuoba Xuan's guards have fallen into your hands, right?" Mo Xiao stared at Mo Chengning and said unhappily, "Don't you know what he has become?"

Mo Chengning said confidently: "He is fine and still alive."

Mo Xiao sneered: "It's just that he's still alive."

Mo Chengning: "...Who asked him to help his master plot against my mother?"

If my father was a spineless emperor with no achievements, my mother would certainly be forced by those ministers to marry a foreign prince. Given my mother's physical condition, I'm afraid she would have died halfway through the marriage.

These people deliberately wanted to kill my mother. No matter from which perspective, Mo Chengning had no reason to let them go.

Some time ago, in order to get something out of that man's mouth, Mo Chengning did use some means, but he didn't think it was excessive.

Mo Xiao glanced at Mo Chengning and didn't say anything about his behavior. He just said, "It's good that you know what's going on."

After thinking for a while, he added: "But I still hope that the title of tyrant will not fall on your head again."

When he ascended the throne in chaos, he was worried about Lin Jiuqing who was far away in Jiangnan. In order to stabilize the court and sit firmly on the throne as quickly as possible, Mo Xiao made up his mind to do many things.

He used thundering methods to suppress the restless people in the court, but also earned himself the reputation of a tyrant.

Mo Xiao doesn't care, but for Mo Chengning, he still hopes that he can be better than himself.

Tyrant is not a good name, and it is passed down from generation to generation.

Mo Chengning glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, Father. In the eyes of others, I am a little prince who is as gentle as the spring breeze. How could I be related to a tyrant?"

Mo Xiao: "..."

Mo Xiao withdrew his gaze, too lazy to look at Mo Chengning.

Mo Chengning also lowered his head to look at the memorial in his hand again. After looking at it for a while, he looked up and asked Mo Xiao: "There is no problem with the account sent by the Ministry of Revenue. It seems that the old man has really thought it through and is no longer thinking about how to fool us."

Mo Xiao didn't even raise his head: "He knows that the situation is over and he can't stop it, so he will just go with the flow."

Mo Chengning snorted and laughed: "The old man is quite smart."

Mo Xiao laughed: "If you are not smart, how can you become a senior official for several dynasties?"

How many people who could survive the previous dynasty and his hands were not smart?

He holds such an important position as the Minister of Revenue and is highly valued by Mo Xiao, which shows that he is extremely smart.

The old man, ever since he was taught a lesson by Mo Xiao, has worked extra hard. In order to sort out these accounts, the old man has been staying in the Ministry of Revenue for a long time and has not returned home.

Mo Chengning turned his head to look at Mo Xiao: "He works so hard, why don't you give him something as a reward?"

Once the war begins, the Ministry of Revenue will be needed in many places.

Mo Xiao didn't answer for a long time.

The old man has been an official for so many years. He has power, fame and fortune. These rewards are no longer of much interest to him.

The only thing he couldn't let go of was his precious daughter.

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