The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Tuoba Xuan had been sitting in front of the blank scroll for a whole night, and he didn't move at all.

In the early morning, the sunlight came in through the window, and I saw that his hair was messy, his beard was untidy, and his face was full of vicissitudes.

Those eyes were filled with red bloodshot, like a trapped beast.

Mo Xiao only gave him three days, and now a whole night has passed.

Under the sunlight, Tuoba Xuan blinked very slowly.

He moved slowly, his eyes fell on the pen and ink beside him, and after a while, he slowly reached out and picked up the pen.

But the tip of the pen hung above the scroll for a long time, and not a single stroke was made.

Tuoba Xuan finally broke down and threw the brush in his hand. It was not enough, so he picked up the inkstone on the table and threw it out fiercely. It was not enough, so he picked up the scroll on the table and tore it like crazy, finally tearing the scroll into pieces and scattering them all over the floor.

Then, he looked at the mess on the ground and stood there, breathing rapidly.

He knew in his heart that if he painted this picture, it would become a rope tied around his neck by Mo Xiao. He would have to listen to Mo Xiao's words for the rest of his life and be his dog, doing whatever he ordered.

Tuoba Xuan was born in a poor family. His mother was just a Han slave. He was born by accident. Although he was the second prince, his status in the royal court was not much higher than that of a slave.

But no matter what, he knew in his heart that he was a prince, not a slave.

Therefore, he always had a fire in his heart, thinking that he should not be like this. His elder brother, a good-for-nothing who only knew how to eat meat, drink and play with women, was not comparable to him at all, and was a waste. Everything in the royal court should be handed over to him, and he was confident that he could do it well.

But his damn background made it impossible for him to realize his ambitions, and his father only treated him as a useful slave.

This is also why he agreed to cooperate with Mo Xiao after considering it. He felt that he could lead his people to live a better life, and Mo Xiao was just a stepping stone for him.

However, Mo Xiao was not someone he could use. He wanted to use Mo Xiao as a springboard, but Mo Xiao only treated him as a dog.

Tuoba Xuan's breathing slowly calmed down, and he finally squatted down, raised his hands and hugged his head, burying his head like an ostrich, temporarily isolating himself from the world.

The guard outside seemed to have heard the noise inside and pushed open the door and walked in.

After glancing at Tuoba Xuan who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, the other party said nothing and walked out again.

After a while, the door was pushed open again, and then two soldiers came in and cleaned up the mess on the ground.

Tuoba Xuan finally raised his head. He watched those people clean up the garbage, and then put out a new scroll and new writing brushes and ink. Everything returned to the way it was before he went crazy.

Tuoba Xuan: "..."

His eyes got redder and his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.

The soldiers who came put the things in order, and then said expressionlessly: "Time is running out, please draw it as soon as possible, Prince."

After saying that, he quietly retreated and closed the door very politely.

Tuoba Xuan held his breath, then suddenly stood up and rushed to the table, grabbed the new scroll and prepared to tear it apart, but just as he moved, he stopped again, and finally put the scroll back dejectedly.

He knew that even if he tore up a hundred scrolls, there would be a hundred new ones on his desk.