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

Mo Chen still refuses to accept his fate, thinking that Concubine Li can still come to save his life.

But he didn't know that although Concubine Li was nominally grounded, she was actually almost the same as a cold palace. The emperor has already said that he never wants to see her again in this life, which means that she has no hope in this life.

What Mo Chen didn't understand was how much the Dali Temple Qing in front of him hated him and how much he wanted him to die. Because in his mind, he is just a woman. The most numerous people in the world are women. Even if it is beloved, there is no need to go to this level.

He didn't understand everything. If he could really understand it, he wouldn't be so arrogant, and he wouldn't be in this situation today.

Perhaps, the emperor really set a bad example for him.

Faced with Mo Chen's unreasonable demands, the Minister of Dali Temple gradually ran out of patience.

He looked at Mo Chen coldly and said in a deep voice: "If you want to go out in a dignified manner, just do it yourself. Don't force me to do it."

Mo Chen stared at the Minister of Dali Temple with wide eyes. After so many days, he had an instinctive fear of the person in front of him.

However, the desire to survive overcame his fear. He looked at the Minister of Dali Temple and said quickly: "In front of so many people, how dare you be so arrogant to me?"

The Minister of Dali Temple sneered, stretched out his hand and pinched Mo Chen's chin, forcing him to slightly raise his head to look at him, and then said coolly: "How long has it been, and you haven't recognized the reality yet? My name is When you say "His Royal Highness," do you really think that you are His Royal Highness?"

"See clearly, everyone standing here today wants you to die. If you don't do it yourself, we can do it for you, but then you won't feel so comfortable."

Mo Chen's pupils trembled and he said in a cold voice: "How do you report to your father?"

The eyes of the Minister of Dali Temple were somewhat sarcastic: "There is no need to give an explanation to His Majesty. I only need to use your body to give an explanation to those who have been persecuted by you, and to give an explanation to the world."

"Also, do you really think His Majesty still wants to see you? Your existence is a stain on him. He wishes he had never had a son like you in his life."

The Minister of Dali Temple talked a lot today, but every word pierced Mo Chen's heart.

The Minister of Dali Temple threw Mo Chen away, took a step back, and shouted loudly: "Your Highness, please go on your way."

As he spoke, he looked at Mo Chen with squinted eyes, as if he was counting the numbers silently in his mind. If Mo Chen didn't do it himself after a certain time, he would ask someone to help.

Mo Chen's face turned pale, and the light in his eyes finally dimmed little by little.

He seems to have figured it out now that he can't get out of here alive.

He stared intently at the tray on the table. After a while, he suddenly grabbed the pot of poisonous wine, opened the lid and poured it into his mouth with his head tilted upward. After a pot of wine, Mo Chen poured it into his mouth with the last word. I drank it up quickly.

He threw the wine bottle, and it hit the ground and shattered into pieces with a bang.

Mo Chen's neck was full of wine stains, his Adam's apple slid up and down twice, and he stared at the Minister of Dali Temple.

The Minister of Dali Temple smiled: "Isn't this good?"

Mo Chen opened his mouth, but before he could speak, there was a sudden cramping pain in his stomach, and then, a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

His eyes turned black, he could no longer support his body, and he staggered and fell down.