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

Zhou Chen raised his eyes and looked at Mo Xiao sitting behind the desk: "Your Highness, when will these things be presented to His Majesty?"

Mo Xiao thought for a while: "Wait a little longer."

Zhou Chen knew he had a plan, so he didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, Qiuyue came in from outside and said softly: "Your Highness, someone from the palace has come to send a message, asking you to come into the palace."

Mo Xiao frowned: "What's the matter?"

Qiuyue shook her head: "The person who came did not say anything. He only said that His Highness should enter the palace."

Zhou Chen next to him boldly guessed: "Is it your Majesty..."

He didn't dare to finish his words, but the meaning was very clear. Is it because His Majesty is having trouble letting Mo Xiao enter the palace at this time?

Mo Xiao shook his head: "No."

Although the emperor has been bedridden these days, he doesn't look like something is going to go wrong. His mother is taking care of him.

Moreover, if there really was a problem with the emperor, his mother would definitely tell him that things would not be so peaceful.

He stood up and said to Zhou Chen: "Let's take care of the remaining matters. I'll go into the palace."

After Mo Xiao entered the palace, he saw the queen waiting for him outside the house.

Seeing him coming, he reached out and took the person's wrist and led him into the house.

"Later, no matter what your father says, don't resist, just listen to him."

Mo Xiao frowned: "What on earth is going on?"

Queen: "No matter what it is, don't resist him at this time."

Mo Xiao pursed his lips and followed the queen into the inner hall.

In the room, the emperor was sitting on the bedside, reading a letter in his hand, which Mo Xiao sent in yesterday.

Although Mo Xiao supervises the country and handles all government affairs, he still delivers the day's news to the emperor's palace every day. Regardless of whether the emperor saw it or not, he delivered it every day without interruption.

"Coming?" The emperor glanced at him and seemed to be in a good mood.

Mo Xiao walked over and knelt down beside the bed: "I have met my father. I hope my father is safe."

The emperor waved his hand and had a chair pulled up beside the bed for Mo Xiao to sit on.

The emperor placed the folded book on the table next to him and said in a soft voice: "I have read all the books you sent and handled them well."

There was a smile in Mo Xiao's eyes: "I rely on my father's daily teachings."

The emperor laughed: "You used to be busy eating, drinking and having fun. Even if I wanted to teach you, I couldn't find anyone to teach you. You can be where you are today because you have a high understanding and are willing to learn."

Mo Xiao said softly: "My father has placed such a heavy responsibility in the hands of my son. I dare not embarrass my father."

The emperor looked at him with more and more satisfaction, and he relaxed and leaned on the bedside table behind him.

He stared at his son and suddenly realized that he, the ninth prince, looked very similar to him when he was young.

In the past, because he doted on Concubine Li, he didn't pay much attention to his legitimate son. He maintained the politeness between monarch and ministers, and he also cared about the queen's face and indulged him. Now looking carefully, after discovering these similarities, the emperor was a little more satisfied with him. In addition, there was also some unexplainable father-son affection.

This is his biological son after all.

"You have grown up and become sensible." The emperor sighed with emotion.

Then the conversation changed and the emperor said: "It's time to decide on your lifelong affairs."

Mo Xiao's expression changed instantly, just for a moment, and he quickly smiled: "Father, I'm still young, so life-long events can wait."

"Besides, my brother hasn't established a crown prince yet, how dare I overstep his bounds?"