The villain who defeated the son of destiny was my father

Early the next morning, she got up, changed into men's clothes, disguised herself, ate a few bites of food, and hurried out of the house.

The sedan chair had already been prepared at the gate of the mansion. She bent down to go in, but she caught a glimpse of a woman with a black veil, looking at her with infatuated eyes.

[Host, Wen Suhua has been waiting outside the mansion since before dawn, just to see your father.]

Hearing the teasing voice of the youngest, Qu Qingyan sneered, "Since she wants to see my father so much, I will grant her wish!"

This woman indirectly harmed her mother, she would not let her go, and her father would not let her off easily.

The sedan chair was carried towards the palace gate, and it took some time to arrive. As Qu Qingyan got up early, he was still a little sleepy, so he closed his eyes and took a nap.

[Host, we have reached the palace gate. You should get off and walk for a while.] Xiaoyaer reminded him.

Qu Qingyan slowly opened his eyes and was about to get off the sedan, but he saw that the sedan did not stop, but was carried directly into the palace.

She then remembered that this sedan chair was the one her father usually sat in, and His Majesty had specially given him a verbal order: "The Prime Minister has worked hard and made great contributions, so he does not need to walk to the palace."

Now this preferential treatment is a bargain for her.

After a while, the sedan finally stopped slowly.

Before Qu Qingyan got off the sedan chair, he heard a round of greetings coming from outside: "Your Highness, Prime Minister!"

The voices were uniform and respectful.

She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, thinking that these people were really polite.

As the sedan chair landed steadily on the ground, she gently lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out.

I saw a group of princes standing in front of the sedan chair, bowing one by one, with awe on their faces.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Qu Qingyan coughed twice with an embarrassed look on his face.

At this moment, an eunuch stepped forward quickly, opened the curtain, and revealed her extraordinarily beautiful face.

"Yan Qing?" The princes were all surprised when they saw it was her.

Qu Qingyan got off the sedan chair and saluted to the princes.

"Okay, Yan Qing. I didn't expect that the prime minister valued you so much that he even gave you a special sedan chair." The twelfth prince Mo Yiyan stepped forward and patted her shoulder.

Qu Qingyan stumbled and dodged to the side, "The Prime Minister is kind and caring for his subordinates."

As soon as she finished praising her father, the princes looked at each other in surprise.

Well, her dad is a bit of a thing.

"Yan Qing, this prince has a favor to ask of you." Mo Yiyan suddenly pulled her aside and whispered something in her ear.

Qu Qingyan was stunned, "You want me to help you plead with the Prime Minister?"

"What can I do? This prince doesn't want to do this, but I can't copy the Filial Piety Sutra a hundred times even if I don't eat or drink for a month." Mo Yiyan showed a bitter face and looked at her pleadingly, "Yan Qing, you are so valued by the prime minister. As long as you say a few good words for this prince, this punishment may be waived. Don't worry, as long as this prince gets through this difficult time, I will never forget your kindness, and we will be good brothers in the future."

As he said this, he put his arm around her shoulders again, looking like a good brother.

Qu Qingyan quickly stepped back.

There are spies everywhere in the palace. If he really puts his arm around her shoulders, her father would be able to do the same thing as her even if she recites the Filial Piety Sutra a thousand times, or even ten thousand times, let alone a hundred times.

"I may not be able to help you with this matter." Qu Qingyan acted helpless.

Mo Yiyan was so anxious that he almost cried, "What should I do? As the saying goes, a new official has three fires when he takes office. Today is the first day of the Prime Minister's class, and he must punish someone. And this prince did not complete the Prime Minister's task, so he must be the unlucky one. Yan Qing, if you don't help me, I will be miserable in the future."

"Then...then I'll do my best." Qu Qingyan couldn't bear to see his behavior, so he could only agree for the time being.

While the two were talking here, a tall figure walked over from a distance.

"The Prime Minister is here, hurry up and stand still!"

The princes immediately stood up straight.

Mo Yiyan also trotted over and stood among them.

Yan Qing looked at them with amusement. Did they really think her father was a monster?

"Meet the Prime Minister!"

Everyone greets him.

Qu Honglin glanced at his daughter standing to one side, then looked at the group of princes in front of him, and finally set his sights on the twelfth prince. His voice was calm, but with an invisible majesty: "Eighth Prince, Ninth Prince, Twelfth Prince, have you completed the homework I assigned to you yesterday?"

After the words were spoken, everyone had different expressions.

"Your Excellency, I have finished copying. Please have a look." The Ninth Prince bowed slightly and replied respectfully.

Immediately, someone brought over piles of neatly copied homework.

The papers were neatly stacked together, the number was staggering, and the handwriting on them was extremely neat, obviously carefully written.

Mo Yiyan gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Jiu, we agreed to advance and retreat together, why are you..." He tried hard not to utter a few words.

Then the Eighth Prince Mo Xuyao ​​also ordered people to bring the copied homework. Although the handwriting was not as neat as the Ninth Prince's, it was obvious that he had put in a lot of effort.

Mo Yiyan's eyes widened, looking at Mo Xuyao ​​in disbelief, "Myna, how did you finish copying? Didn't you guys get any rest last night?"

Well, they all completed their homework honestly, but he thought they were just pretending.

Now they have all passed the test, and he is the only one who is still trembling with fear under the threat of the Prime Minister.

Before the two of them could reply, they heard a cold voice coming from the front.

"It seems that the twelfth prince has not completed the homework assigned by me yesterday?" Qu Honglin looked at his hands, and the chill almost burst out.

How could these dirty hands dare to touch his daughter? What's the point of keeping them?

Mo Yiyan hurriedly explained: "Prime Minister, it's not that I don't want to copy the Book of Filial Piety, but I... I suddenly felt unwell last night, so I went to bed early."

"Oh? The twelfth prince is unwell? This is a big matter and cannot be taken lightly." Qu Honglin gave him a meaningful look, turned around and ordered someone to call the imperial physician over.

Mo Yiyan suddenly panicked.

Not completing his homework was already a serious offense. If he was found to have deliberately deceived the Prime Minister, the consequences would be...

He didn't even dare to think about it, and immediately looked at the handsome young man beside him for help.

Qu Qingyan was also helpless. If she begged for mercy, that would be the only punishment she would receive.

But she had just promised him to help, and it would not be good to just sit back and do nothing, so she pleaded, "Prime Minister, the twelfth prince is also ill, so he did not copy the Filial Piety Classic on time. Why don't you give him a few more days?"