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

The prince was sentenced to death to give an explanation to the world.

Zhezi from ministers were constantly sent into the palace, and zhezi from students outside also flew into the palace like snowflakes, and finally landed on the emperor's desk.

Using his own son's life in exchange for these compliments made the emperor's little sadness disappear in an instant and turned into happiness.

As a person gets older, if nothing else, he really likes to hear these flattering words.

He was sitting on the dragon chair, flipping through the documents sent by the ministers praising his impartiality, with a slight smile on his face. However, the smile suddenly froze, and before he could put down the fold in his hand, he spat out blood.

The blood dyed the fold in his hand red, the words on it gradually blurred, and the emperor's vision also slowly blurred.

When the eunuch waiting next to him saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses and shouted with a trembling voice: "Here comes someone, call the doctor quickly, call the doctor."

There was chaos inside the palace, but everything was calm outside.

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Ninth Prince's Mansion.

Mo Xiao hasn't gone out for a long time.

Ever since Mo Chen was imprisoned and the emperor returned to the court to take charge of affairs, he had been living at home under the pretext of recovering from illness, never stepping out of his room.

Today, a guest came.

Mo Xiao was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea. Sitting next to him was Dr. Liang, who was squatting on the ground and staring at a medicine jar. In the medicine jar, the medicine for the noble Ninth Prince's recovery was boiled.

Opposite him stood a Dali Temple minister, his head slightly lowered.

"Has it been taken care of?" Mo Xiao held an old piece of letter paper in his hand and was reading each word carefully, without raising his head when talking to the Minister of Dali Temple.

The Minister of Dali Temple nodded, and then thinking that the other party could not see him, he said: "Everything has been taken care of. The body is now parked in Dali Temple. When the time comes, it will be sent to the imperial mausoleum."

Mo Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Imperial Mausoleum?"

"Yes, the imperial mausoleum." The minister of Dali Temple lowered his head and said softly, "I heard that the one in the harem threatened to die, and finally begged for a little mercy from your majesty. Your majesty specially granted grace and allowed the deposed prince to be buried with the imperial mausoleum."

Mo Xiao's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and he said lightly: "My father is really a person who values ​​love and justice."

The four words "love and justice" were used so well that even the Dali Temple minister couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Mo Xiao raised his head and looked at the Dali Temple Minister, and smiled: "Are you willing to let him enter the imperial mausoleum?"

After he finished speaking, the Dali Temple Minister's eyes turned cold as expected, and he said honestly: "I'm not willing to give in."

Beasts like Mo Chen can only be chopped into pieces and fed to dogs.

What qualifications does he have to be buried in the imperial mausoleum? What qualifications do you have to enjoy incense? He should go to the eighteen levels of hell and never be reincarnated.

The expression on Mo Xiao's face was not surprising at all, and he said to the Minister of Dali Temple: "I know you are not willing to give in. Besides you, there are others who are not willing to give in either."

After a pause, Mo Xiao slowly said: "Under Jiuquan, there must be some people who don't want to see him."

There are hundreds of people in the Lin family. If they saw Mo Chen, they would probably want to tear him into pieces, right?

The emperor was the main cause of what happened that year, and the prince was the main force, and there was also a loyal and brave Marquis who assisted. The hands of these people are full of the blood of the Lin family.

Thinking of these things, Mo Xiao's eyes turned cold.

He carefully put away the envelope in his hand and looked at the Minister of Dali Temple: "Since you are unwilling to do so, then don't let him get his wish."