One hundred thousand taels of silver is enough to buy the biggest oiran in the capital many times.

It's a pity that the prince is not playing courtesan this time, but the wife and daughter of the minister.

The man who was dragged by the prince turned blue and white, as if he was angry, his lips trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The minister wiped the blood from his mouth, looked up at the emperor, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, please make the decision for me!"

Seeing him like this, the prince's face became even crazier, and he gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred thousand taels is not enough, you are too greedy."

The man who was so angry that he vomited blood was speechless. The people next to him couldn't stand it and said in a deep voice: "His Royal Highness is really bullying others!"

"Yes, that's too much to bully."

The prince suddenly shouted loudly: "Why did I go so far in bullying others? I am trying to compensate you. Why, do you dislike me? Then you come and ask. As long as you speak, I will definitely compensate you."

Everyone did not answer his words, and looked at him as if they thought he was hopeless.

The prince wanted to say something more, but the emperor seemed to have made up his mind and said in a tired tone: "Okay, don't embarrass yourself anymore."

The prince was stunned and turned back to look at the emperor: "Father..."

"Don't call me Father, I don't have a son who is worse than a beast like you!" the emperor said word by word.

The prince pursed his lips tightly and trembled, daring not to speak.

The emperor's eyes swept across everyone's faces, he sighed, and said somewhat seriously: "It was my fault in teaching my son that he did such a thing. I... apologize to you."

The ministers below said in unison: "I don't dare!"

"Today, I will definitely give you an explanation." The emperor said solemnly.

The emperor looked at the prince again and said word by word: "From today on, Mo Chen is no longer the prince. He will be handed over to the custody of Dali Temple. He will make a decision after everything is investigated."

In one sentence, Mo Chen's fate was decided.

Mo Chen looked at the emperor in shock, and finally said tremblingly: "No, it can't be..."

If he were not a prince and entered Dali Temple, would he still have a way to survive? He had a lot of fun with the wife of the Minister of Dali Temple. I think she must hate him to death. If I fall into the hands of the Minister of Dali Temple, will I have a good life?

He rolled around and tried to grab the emperor's clothes again, but the eunuchs quickly held him down. He could only kneel on the ground and look at the emperor from a distance, with tears streaming down his face: "Father, you can't do this to me. I am Your biological son, how could you do this to me... That Dali Temple is not a place for people to stay, you can't let me go there."

"Father, I really know that I was wrong. Please don't take away my position as prince."

The blue veins on the emperor's forehead throbbed. He couldn't bear it and slapped his hand on the table, and said sternly: "How dare you claim the position of prince? You are debauched and immoral. You seize the wives of your subjects. You have no talent and no virtue. How can a person like you deserve to be the prince?" The king of a country?"

After that, he waved his hand and said coldly: "Take him down!"

Mo Chen saw that his plea was in vain and the emperor showed no sign of mercy, and he felt a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart.

He stared hard at the emperor's heartless face, and the look in his eyes gradually became crazy. Before he was dragged out completely, he suddenly shouted loudly: "You keep saying that I, the king, seizes the wife of his minister without talent or talent." De, how can you be so good?"

The emperor's head buzzed and he stared at Mo Chen.

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