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

Zhou Chen felt like there was a stone in his throat, and he was almost suffocating.

He really didn't expect that Mo Xiao's feelings for Lu Jiuqing had reached such an extent that he would actually allow Chen Yuan to commit murder.

Qiuyue's face was pale, she was holding the ink flute with one hand, and shouted loudly: "Invite Mr. Mu quickly, hurry up!"

Mo Xiao lost too much blood and his face turned pale. He pressed one hand on top of the knife edge and said softly: "Don't worry, you won't die. No vital parts were injured."

Qiuyue said nothing, unable to hide her anger.

Even though she felt that His Highness's marriage was a bit unfair to Lu Jiuqing, Chen Yuan's decision to hurt someone with a knife was too much.

Zhou Chen looked at the bloody wound, his heart trembling.

After all this, you still say that the wound is not fatal? He couldn't tell whether what Mo Xiao said was true or if he was deliberately covering up Chen Yuan.

Mr. Mu was almost dragged here by the dead soldiers, and he was shocked when he saw Mo Xiao like this. He rushed over to check Mo Xiao's body. He carefully looked around the wound with his fingers, then relaxed a little, frowned and said, "Fortunately, no vital parts were hurt."

Zhou Chen on the side widened his eyes when he heard this: "Is everything okay?"

Mr. Mu glared at him: "How can you be okay after bleeding so much? I'll poke a big hole in your body. Do you think you're okay?"

Zhou Chen's neck shrank: "Didn't you say it didn't hurt the vital part?"

"It doesn't mean it's not hurt, it means it won't die," Mr. Mu said angrily, "It means it's half dead."

Chen Zhou:"……"

Mr. Mu had someone carefully bring Mo Xiao into the house, brewed ginseng tea and poured a bowl of it for Mo Xiao, and then personally pulled out the knife for Mo Xiao.

When the knife was pulled out, Mo Xiao twitched uncontrollably, and his face was so pale that there was no blood at all.

Mr. Mu sprinkled a lot of hemostatic powder on his wound and then bandaged it tightly.

After the wound was treated, Mr. Mu was already breaking out in a thin sweat.

Mo Xiao, on the other hand, was awake and endured everything without even saying a word.

At this time, the wound was treated, and Mo Xiao's hair was soaked and stuck to his face and neck. Qiuyue was taking a handkerchief and carefully wiping it with him.

Mr. Mu glanced at Mo Xiao and couldn't help but admire him sincerely when he saw his clear eyes. He has been practicing medicine for many years, and there are very few things he can tolerate like this.

He got up and went to prescribe medicine for Mo Xiao. Zhou Chen walked by, somewhat afraid to look at Mo Xiao's wound.

Mo Xiao looked at him and said calmly: "Send a message to the palace, saying that I have a sudden illness and cannot get out of bed. I am afraid that I will not be able to supervise the country for my father during these days."

Zhou Chen pursed his lips, somewhat unwillingly: "Your Highness, is it worth it for her?"

In this case, everything they planned may be ruined.

Mo Xiao glanced at him: "This is the second time you've asked me this question. I don't want to hear it a third time."

Chen Zhou:"……"

"Also, I'm being stared at by too many people now. It's time to step back." Mo Xiao lowered his eyes and said softly, "If I continue like this, I will die."

Although the emperor has become like that, he still holds the imperial power in his hands tightly and refuses to relax.

If he felt his ambition at this time, he would not be able to tolerate himself.

In fact, this psychology is easy to understand. It probably means: I can give you my things, but you must not steal them.

The emperor now has this most typical mentality.