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

Mo Xiao strode in, glanced at Yang Yuheng casually, and went directly to Lu Jiuqing's house.

He seemed to want to push the door directly, but stopped when he reached the door. After a moment of silence, he carefully knocked on the door and shouted: "Qingqing, are you in there?"

Yang Yuheng: "..."

Yang Yuheng knelt on the ground and did not dare to get up. Looking at Mo Xiao was like seeing a miracle. Is this still the Emperor who is called a tyrant? Where is the violence? Why can't he see it?

Over there, Mo Xiao waited for a while and then said softly: "Can I come in? If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

After the words fell, Lu Jiuqing's voice came from the room: "Your Majesty, please come back."

Mo Xiao paused, then as if he didn't hear anything, he opened the door and went in: "Then I'll come in."

Yang Yuheng: "..."

Yang Yuheng watched Lu Jiuqing's door close in front of him. He only had one thought in his mind: How could this tyrant be as thick-skinned as himself?

Shaking his head, Yang Yuheng slowly stood up and sat down, and began to rearrange the things Lu Jiuqing bought. These were all meant for His Highness, so they couldn't just throw them away.

In the room, Lu Jiuqing looked at Mo Xiao, who was wearing a dragon robe, with a complicated expression.

This man didn't even have time to change into his dragon robe, which showed that he was leaving in a hurry. It only took an hour from the time her accident happened to the time Mo Xiao arrived. Come to think of it, after receiving the report from the secret guard, he rushed over without any delay.

Mo Xiao quickly walked up to Lu Jiuqing. He looked at Lu Jiuqing up and down first and saw no injuries. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at Lu Jiuqing nervously: "How are you? Are you injured?"

Lu Jiuqing shook his head: "No."

Mo Xiao was silent for a moment, walked to sit next to Lu Jiuqing, and said softly, "I already know what happened today."

Lu Jiuqing pursed her lips and said nothing.

Seeing her like this, Mo Xiao took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, stretched out his hands to hug her into his arms, and said in a steady voice: "I will handle this matter, don't worry, and don't worry. Any psychological burden.”

It was rare that Lu Jiuqing didn't compete with Mo Xiao, and he leaned in Mo Xiao's arms obediently.

She was silent for a moment and asked Mo Xiao: "What are you going to do? Kill the person who stopped me on the street?"

Mo Xiao remained silent, seeming to acquiesce.

In his heart, he really wanted to cut that man into pieces.

The person he held so dear to his heart could not even feel pain, but he was treated with contempt by that person's verbal insults. How could Mo Xiao tolerate him?

Lu Jiuqing withdrew from Mo Xiao's arms, looked up at Mo Xiao, and said softly: "Can you finish the killing?"

"Today you are a scholar, tomorrow you may be a farmer, the day after tomorrow you may be a soldier, and the next day you may be a high-ranking minister... Your Majesty, can you finish the killing?"

Mo Xiao's eyes were cold, he looked at Lu Jiuqing solemnly, and said word by word: "Then kill them until they dare not say anything."

Even if you can't kill them all, then kill them until they shut up.

Lu Jiuqing: "..."

Lu Jiuqing had a headache. For a moment, Mo Xiao made him forget what the scholar said.

"Do you really think you are a tyrant?" Lu Jiuqing was a little annoyed. "When you first came to the throne, you were forced to do so. Now that the court is stable and the world is peaceful, why do you have to give yourself the title of tyrant? Let future generations discuss it?"

Mo Xiao said nonchalantly: "Didn't you say I was a tyrant? I must live up to my name."