The villain who defeated the son of destiny was my father

In the gorgeous tent, a charming and charming woman, wearing a dress as light as a cicada's wing, lay lazily on the soft bed. Her skin was faintly visible, exuding a charming charm.

Not far away, there sat a handsome man with a feminine face. At this moment, he was staring at the smooth and delicate skin of the woman in front of him, his eyes flashing with obsession and desire.

Feng Lanyue seemed to feel the man's fiery gaze. She smiled slightly, propped up her head with her elbows, and her eyes revealed a hint of charm. She opened her red lips and said softly, "Fifth Prince, you gave up such a great opportunity to the Third Prince so easily. Don't you regret it?"

"It's just a fake. Why should this prince take the trouble to give it to the third brother? It can be considered as a favor to him." Mo Chensen raised the corner of his mouth slightly with a disdainful smile. He picked up the teapot with one hand, poured a glass of water elegantly, and then took a sip.

The tea here has a unique flavor that makes him addicted to it.

Feng Lanyue's eyes were full of insight, and she said mercilessly, "Fifth Prince, your pretense of generosity is probably not your main purpose. Your main purpose is to sit back and watch the fight between the Third Prince and the Sixth Prince, so that you can reap the benefits while you wait."

Mo Chensen was slightly startled when he heard this, but then he regained his composure. He stood up and slowly walked towards Feng Lanyue, with a half-smile on his face, and said softly: "Your Highness is indeed very intelligent. This prince is really ashamed in front of you."

"However, I would like to know when you discovered that Qu Xinzhu was a fake? After all, I didn't tell you Yan Qing's true identity before." Feng Lanyue stared at the feminine and handsome man in front of her with charming eyes.

Mo Chensen walked to the bed and sat down. He stretched out his hand to pick up a strand of her hair, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. His face showed an obsession, but he was still replying: "Everyone knows that Prime Minister Qu has been devoted to his wife for many years. Apart from his first wife, he can no longer tolerate other women. He regards his legitimate daughter as a treasure. Let me ask, if she is a treasure, how could he allow her to have an affair with Mo Li? Although Mo Li is a prince, his biological mother is humble, and she is definitely not worthy of the Prime Minister's legitimate daughter. How can Qu Honglin not recognize his intentions? Moreover, he is too special to Yan Qing, and the kindness in his eyes can't be concealed. If they are not father and daughter, then why? Only those stupid people will think that there is an improper relationship between the two."

"Fifth Prince, you are getting bolder and bolder. You even scolded me." Feng Lanyue rolled her eyes at him, and then said, "I was indeed careless in this matter. But since Yan Qing is the real daughter of the Prime Minister, who is that woman named Qu Xinzhu? She can't have appeared out of thin air, right?"

Mo Chensen laughed, "Who else in the entire capital has the last name Qu?"

"You mean, that Qu Xinzhu is also Qu Honglin's daughter, then she..." Feng Lanyue thought of the past many years ago, and couldn't help but pause for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Since it is her, I didn't expect it to be that bastard."

The incident back then caused quite a stir.

The maid of the mistress of the Qu family shamelessly climbed into bed with the prime minister while he was drunk, causing the mistress to go into premature birth and eventually die of dystocia.

Qu Honglin hated the mother and daughter so much that he had no news of them for all these years. He thought that they must be imprisoned somewhere in the Prime Minister's Mansion, living a life worse than death.

After all, everyone knows Qu Honglin's cruelty and ruthlessness.

"A bastard and a bastard are a perfect match."

Mo Chensen cursed again, then reached out and touched her face, the emotions in his eyes almost overflowing, "Yue'er, I like you."

"Shut up! I am now your stepmother, and I am older than you. How can you call me by my name?" Feng Lanyue slapped his hand away, seeming displeased.

Mo Chensen was not angry, but put on a doting smile on his face, "Sister Yue'er, can't you change your temper? I heard that my father has been very dissatisfied with you recently. If you continue like this, I'm afraid you will soon fall out of favor."

Feng Lanyue didn't care, "I don't care."

"Sister Yue'er, I really miss you." He could no longer control himself and hugged her, holding her in his arms, his body seeming to tremble with excitement.

Feng Lanyue did not push him away, but let him do whatever he wanted. She said, "Your father, this old man, trusts Qu Honglin very much. We have to find a breakthrough from other places."

"The Prime Minister is like a knife in my father's hand. He will chop wherever he points. My father's trust in him far exceeds that of us brothers." Mo Chensen raised his head with a hint of jealousy on his face.

Feng Lanyue pushed him away and straightened her dress. "If Qu Honglin wasn't so stubborn and difficult to deal with, why would I have to do this? This old man has never trusted me and has never been vigilant. For so many years, I haven't even seen the shadow of the tiger talisman. And the old man must have told Qu Honglin the address of the treasure map."

"Don't be anxious. The old man won't live long. Once he dies, I will find these two things for you." Mo Chensen shamelessly approached again.

Feng Lanyue laughed, "Don't you want to fight for that position? Now that the crown prince is imprisoned, you princes have a chance."

"Between the country and the beauty, this prince prefers the latter." Mo Chensen looked at the charming woman in front of him with deep affection.

Feng Lanyue didn't believe it and sneered, "You stinky men only know how to deceive people with sweet words. I don't believe a word you say."

"Sister Yue'er, we have known each other for many years. You know what kind of person this prince is." Mo Chensen spread out his hands with a little sadness.

Feng Lanyue said, "Okay, are you still going to perform here in front of me?"

"Yue'er..."

Feng Lanyue looked at him coldly, "It's getting late, Fifth Prince, please go back."

"Yue'er is still as cruel as ever." Mo Chensen smiled helplessly, reluctantly, but finally left.

Feng Lanyue slowly sat up, twisted her slender waist, walked to the bronze mirror, and stared at herself in the mirror quietly.

The woman in the mirror has a beautiful face, as beautiful as a demon, and intoxicating.

Feng Lanyue gently stretched out her hand, touching her silky smooth skin, feeling the warmth from her fingertips. Her red lips slightly lifted up, outlining a charming smile.

She reached out and picked up the handkerchief in the dressing table, looking at the green bamboo embroidered on it, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.