The villain who defeated the son of destiny was my father

From the palace

Mo Li was lying on the bed. He had just sent away a group of imperial doctors and was about to take a breath when he heard a servant report that the third prince came to visit.

"Just say that I have gone to bed and will not see any guests."

His assassination attempt this time is closely related to Mo Yahe, how dare he come?

Mo Li secretly hated him, but he could do nothing about it because his injuries had healed and there was not even a scar left.

Even if he went to tell his father about his third brother, no one would believe him.

He could only swallow this loss in silence.

He didn't want to see the culprit, but he didn't expect that the other party had already stepped in with a smug look on his face, regardless of any obstruction.

"Sixth brother, I'm not saying anything to you, but you, a servant in this palace, have just been established and you dare to bully the guests. You are so bold as to block this prince from entering the palace. If you are not punished severely, won't you be lawless in the future?" Mo Hehe came into the room and saw the handsome man lying on the bed. A strange look flashed in his eyes, and he started to complain.

Mo Li was furious in his heart, but he maintained a superficial brotherly attitude on his face, "When this king's injury is healed, I will definitely punish the servant severely."

"Sixth brother, are you really injured?" Mo Yihe walked to the bedside, his eyes fixed on his body, as if he wanted to strip him naked and examine him carefully.

Mo Li gritted his teeth secretly, unable to keep his composure, "Doesn't Third Brother know more about this than anyone else?"

"Sixth brother, what do you mean by this? Do you suspect that it was this prince who did it?" How could Mo Hehe not hear the implication in his words? His expression suddenly turned ugly.

Mo Li sneered, "Whether it is true or not, Third Brother should know it best."

"Enough, Mo Li, stop throwing dirty water on me. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. Do you think that since you are going to marry the prime minister's daughter soon and you have the prime minister's support, you don't take us princes seriously? Do you think that you can eliminate me, your most powerful competitor, by framing me with this unfounded assassination?" Mo Hehe was no pushover. He had long since found out that Mo Li was not injured at all, so this assassination must have been a self-torture tactic on his part to deal with his biggest enemy.

Mo Li didn't expect that even at this point, he would still refuse to acknowledge her. He was no longer polite, "Third brother, there are only you and me in the room now, you don't have to act anymore. Last night, I almost died at the hands of an assassin. I think this should be the ending that Third brother wants to see."

"You Mo Li, are you really planning to frame this prince?" Mo Yihe was furious and immediately stepped forward to lift up his clothes to expose the truth that he was not injured.

Mo Li quickly reached out to stop him, also with an angry look on his face, "Third brother, are you so angry and embarrassed after I exposed your thoughts?"

"Mo Li, do you dare to lift up your clothes and let this prince find out what's going on? If you are injured, then why not let this prince take responsibility for it? If not, this prince will report to my father and let him make the final judgment on the matter." He also placed a lot of people in the Prince Li's Mansion, so they naturally knew everything about Mo Li's movements.

Hearing this, Mo Li was angry and scared.

What made him angry was that he was clearly assassinated and seriously injured, but his physical injuries healed inexplicably. Without evidence, what could he use to sue Yu Mohe?

What he was afraid of was that Mo Yaohe would turn the tables and accuse him of a false crime, causing him to lose the favor of the emperor and be punished.

After weighing the pros and cons in his mind, Mo Li finally decided to swallow his anger.

The anger on his face quickly faded, and a flattering smile emerged. "Third brother, what are you doing? We are brothers, why do we have to make such a fuss? Just treat what happened just now as my fault. I apologize to you."

"Why not do this earlier?"

With his behavior, Mo Yaohe was even more certain that he had directed and acted in the assassination himself, and he couldn't help feeling a little disdainful.

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I don't know what I can do. I hope you won't hold it against me." Mo Li was humble and tried to please in every way possible.

Seeing him like this, Mo Yihe showed a smug look on his face, "This guy, once he gets something he doesn't deserve, he will become more greedy. Sixth brother, please don't lose your original intention, otherwise you won't know how you will die in the future."

After his warning, the hatred in Mo Li's heart became even stronger, but he did not show it on his face.

Mo Yahe showed off his power here for a while and wanted to leave.

At this time, Qu Xinzhu walked in with medicine. When he saw him, his eyes lit up, but then he didn't know what he thought of, and his face became gloomy again.

"Third Prince, why are you here?"

"It turns out to be Miss Qu. It seems that Miss Qu is the one who is taking care of Sixth Prince when he is injured?" Mo Yihe glanced at the medicine in her hand, and then looked at the handsome man lying on the bed.

Qu Xinzhu responded with a cold face, "Li is my fiancé, it is only natural for me to take care of him. Unlike some people, who, for power and status, actually attack their own brothers and sisters, they are really unworthy of being human."

Hearing her indirect criticism, Mo Yihe was not annoyed, but said something with a hint of warning, "Ms. Qu, there are some things that you can't get the truth of just by listening to what others say. As the saying goes, seeing is believing, hearing is not. Miss Qu, you still need to be able to distinguish right from wrong, and don't let others take advantage of you without knowing it."

After he finished speaking, Mo Hehe glanced meaningfully at the handsome man on the bed whose expression changed, then left with a loud laugh.

Qu Xinzhu frowned, but didn't take his words to heart.

She walked towards the bed, blew on the medicine, and was about to feed him.

Mo Li stretched out his hand impatiently, "I'll do it myself."

Although his injuries had healed, he had to continue drinking the medicine in order to conceal his true identity.

Just by looking at Mo Yihe's expression just now, he already knew that his injury had healed. Then would the others also...

He didn't dare to think any more, took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

The bitter taste spread in his mouth, gradually calming him down.

No matter how many people know about this, the show must go on.

Seeing that he was frowning, Qu Xinzhu thought it was the Third Prince's fault, so she helped him scold Mo Hehe.

Mo Li was not happy but angry, "Alright, let's just forget about it. Don't mention it again."

I thought it was a game to control Mo Yaohe's trump card, but I didn't expect that in the end I would be speechless and unable to express my feelings.

"Li..." Qu Xinzhu looked at him a little aggrieved, not understanding why he suddenly got angry.

Mo Li was in no mood to comfort her, and only said, "I am upset, you should go back first."

Qu Xinzhu felt even more uncomfortable. She was about to say a few more words, but when she saw him close his eyes with annoyance, she didn't dare to stay and anger him.

Qu Xinzhu left.

Mo Li closed his eyes, thinking hard about how to deal with the aftermath.