The villain who defeated the son of destiny was my father

Inside the Golden Palace, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could condense. Sitting on the dragon throne, the old emperor was shaking with anger, his eyes wide open, staring at his sons who were kneeling in a row in front of him, as if he wanted to cut them into pieces.

"Evil creatures! A bunch of evil creatures!" The old emperor's roar made the floating dust on the beams of the palace fall down and sway back and forth in the empty hall, showing the majesty and terror of the emperor in his rage.

"Father, please spare my life. I am innocent!" The third prince Mo Hehe's face was ashen. He banged his forehead heavily on the cold floor tiles, his voice trembling with despair; the fifth prince Mo Chensen's usual carefree and unrestrained demeanor was long gone, and at this moment he also kowtowed repeatedly, extremely frightened; the eighth prince Mo Xuyao ​​pursed his thin lips, his eyes were red, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, but he did not dare to raise his hands to wipe them, and could only desperately cry out for injustice; the eleventh prince Mo Mingxin trembled like a sieve, and begged for mercy with horror; the twelfth prince Mo Yiyan was also frightened to the point of being pale as frost, his teeth clenched, his body tense as a fully drawn bowstring, and he was almost suffocated by the tension.

"Father, please calm down!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the other princes in the hall knelt down and shouted in unison.

The ninth prince Mo Zemiao was genuinely worried about the eighth and twelfth princes, but the fifteenth prince Mo Xiezhu and the sixth prince Mo Li wanted to show their brotherly love in front of everyone to avoid being criticized.

Especially Mo Li, when he saw with his own eyes that the old emperor really showed disgust towards these brothers as Qu Xinzhu said, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy in his heart. The joy was like a broken dam, almost overflowing from his eyes, but he still pretended to be worried so as not to be noticed.

"Your Majesty, please calm down!" The ministers did not dare to neglect it. They knelt down in a crowd, with their heads hung low, not daring to breathe, hoping that this sudden storm would subside quickly.

The old emperor was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at his sons who were begging for mercy, and his voice became a little hoarse because of anger: "Unjust? Humph, there are witnesses and evidence, and you still dare to cry injustice! I have treated you well, and I have provided you with fine clothes and delicious food, and cultivated you with care. I never thought that you would harbor evil intentions, secretly collude with each other, and work together to rebel and usurp the throne. I am still strong in my old age, and you are so impatient before I die. Your wolfish ambitions are obvious!"

"Father, I absolutely do not have such thoughts. Someone must have deliberately framed me. I hope Your Majesty can see clearly!" The third prince Mo Hehe raised his head, his eyes full of fear and unwillingness, and he explained anxiously.

The fifth prince, Mo Chensen, also echoed, "Yes, father, I am loyal to you, how could I do such a treasonous thing? It must be a traitor who wants us to turn against each other. Father, please don't believe it."

“Father, although I do not know what exactly is going on, I have a clear conscience. Someone must be behind this. I beg you to investigate this matter thoroughly. Do not let the real culprit go unpunished, and do not wrongly accuse me and my brothers.” There was a hint of stubbornness in the eyes of the eighth prince Mo Xuyao.

The eleventh prince, Mo Mingxin, kept kowtowed to the man on the dragon throne, "Father, I have always been a loner and have a distant relationship with my brothers. How could I have conspired with them to do such a treasonous thing? This must have been deliberately framed by someone. I hope your Majesty can see clearly."

"Father, I have always followed your teachings and studied calligraphy and cultivated my character in the mansion every day. How could I have participated in such a conspiracy? Please have mercy on me and clear my name." The twelfth prince, Mo Yiyan, looked aggrieved and tears streamed down his face.

Ministers began to persuade the old emperor to calm down and not get sick from anger. Some said they should re-examine the evidence to prevent mistakes; others advised the emperor to calm down first, think long-term, and not act impulsively, after all, they were all royal blood and this matter was of great importance.

The old emperor listened to their explanations and pleas, his face still terribly gloomy, but he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant. Could it be that someone was deliberately plotting behind the scenes, trying to alienate the relationship between them as father and son, and between brothers, and take the opportunity to disrupt the government?

But how to explain the evidence before us...

It’s a pity that the Prime Minister is not here, otherwise he would not be in such a passive situation.

The old emperor closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly said: "Shut up first! I will have people investigate this matter in detail. If there is any injustice, I will naturally not accuse you. But if I find out that you really have the intention of treason, don't blame me for not thinking about the relationship between father and son!" After that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, leaving a group of princes and ministers kneeling on the ground, each with different expressions and their own thoughts.

The Third Prince and others were so frightened that their hearts and livers broke. They felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They collapsed to the ground, shaking uncontrollably. Their clothes had already been soaked with cold sweat. They had never seen their father so angry. The fear wrapped around them like a vine.

In a flash, a line of majestic imperial guards in shining armor hurried into the palace in unison, their heavy footsteps seemed to tread on everyone's hearts. They lifted up the Third Prince and his companions, who were lying on the ground and shaking like sieves, with expressionless faces, and escorted them out of the palace.

As the footsteps gradually faded away, the figures of the Third Prince and others soon disappeared from everyone's sight. What awaited them was a life of imprisonment in darkness.

After this battle, the many princes in the court seemed to be swept away by an autumn wind. All of a sudden, only the Sixth Prince Mo Li, the Ninth Prince Mo Ze Miao and the Fifteenth Prince Mo Xie Zhu were left standing in this turbulent vortex of power.

Mo Li glanced at the only two remaining brothers beside him, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, forming an imperceptible arc, his eyes full of contempt and disdain. In his heart, these two people really couldn't cause any trouble and were not worth his trouble at all.

Now, those powerful competitors have been successfully eliminated, and the remaining Ninth Prince and Fifteenth Prince are nothing but minor issues to him and are nothing to be feared.

The Ninth Prince Mo Zemiao had half foreign blood flowing in his body because his biological mother was of a foreign race. In the eyes of these pedantic and conservative courtiers with orthodox ideas in their heads, it was absolutely impossible for him to be supported as the crown prince. This bloodline alone was enough to completely exclude him from the competition for the throne.

As for the fifteenth prince, Mo Xiezhu, he had been weak and sickly since childhood, and had been taking medicine all year round. Now he was poisoned, his face was as pale as paper, and his body was thin and weak. This poison was secretly given by Mo Li. He knew from the future prophecy revealed by Qu Xinzhu that the fifteenth prince was definitely not an ordinary person. In this case, it is better to take action as soon as possible to prevent future troubles.

Mo Li was both excited and thrilled to have eliminated so many opponents at once. He looked at the empty hall and the anxious courtiers, secretly thinking about his future path.

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