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

Mo Chengning came back from Tuoba Xuan. As soon as he entered Yinghua Palace, he saw his father who was not feeling well sitting at the table eating and drinking. He didn't look uncomfortable at all.

Mo Chengning walked over and sat down next to him: "Are you hungry?"

Mo Xiao didn't even raise his head and said casually: "I got angry because I was patronizing in Qionghua Tower, so I drank two glasses of wine and didn't eat anything. How can I not be hungry?"

Mo Chengning couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Mo Xiao ate for a while, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and turned to look at his son: "Tell me, what happened to him?"

His own son, who was raised by his own hands, knows best.

That Tuoba Xuan didn't know how high the sky was and how he dared to tease Lin Jiuqing. With Mo Chengning's character, he wouldn't just let it go.

Mo Chengning had nothing to hide, so he said calmly: "It's nothing, just broke his legs."

After a pause, he added: "I have asked Dr. Liang to diagnose and treat him."

Mo Xiao: "..."

You want an imperial physician who specializes in internal medicine and gynecology to treat someone's broken leg?

Mo Xiao looked Mo Chengning up and down and said leisurely: "You are so cruel at such a young age."

Mo Chengning glanced at him, his expression unusually calm: "Like father, like son."

Mo Xiao: "..."

It is not good for a son to be too smart, as he will lose a lot of fun.

Mo Chengning didn't talk too much nonsense to him and said directly: "What do you think about the peace talks?"

Mo Xiao leaned back and waited for everyone to remove everything on the table before he said slowly: "Drag."

Mo Chengning raised his eyebrows: "How long will it take?"

"Until your Aunt Chen Yuan arrives at the border, all the food and fodder she has been dragged to the Household Department has been prepared, and all the supplies have been dragged to the Ministry of War." Mo Xiao said in a calm tone.

These things have been prepared since the day he ascended the throne, and now they have reached an imminent stage.

Tuoba Xuan, the envoys who came for peace talks, had to find a way to keep them in the capital and give the soldiers at the border enough time to prepare.

"This is a tough battle," Mo Xiao said slowly, "There must be no mistakes."

Mo Chengning was a little worried, and after a while he said softly: "Father, this matter is not trivial. If it succeeds, it will be fine, but if it fails...it will be infamy for the ages."

Mo Xiao sneered and said nonchalantly: "Now, my reputation as a tyrant is not much better."

"But that's different," Mo Chengning said in a deep voice, "those are tens of thousands of soldiers, and even countless civilians, all of whom are alive."

If this battle fails, those soldiers will have died in vain. Not only that, in the next few years, the common people will surely suffer the invasion of the enemy country, and then their lives will be really ruined.

And Mo Xiao, the instigator, will definitely be infamy for the ages.

Mo Xiao was silent for a while, then looked back at Mo Chengning and said solemnly, "Ning Ning, some things have to be done by someone."

"If I get scared and give in today, I will be exploited by them for hundreds of years. After me, you will also have to face the shame of being exploited by them. I don't want that."

Mo Xiao reached out and touched Mo Chengning's head, and said softly: "I hope that when this country is handed over to you, there will be peace and prosperity."

He will bear the infamy. His son only needs to enjoy the praise of this prosperous age. This is what he, a father, can do for his son and what he can do for future generations.