Her words stopped abruptly, and the second palm she originally swung stopped in mid-air.
"Brother, your face... your face..."
The eldest princess was stunned. She stared blankly at Mo Chuan's face. There were not only five finger marks on the right cheek, but also a staggered scar that spread from the corner of the eye to the corner of the lip.
It was this ugly mark that ruined such a perfect face.
"Who hurt your face? Who!"
Princess Anle's eyes instantly turned red. She rushed over and grabbed Mo Chuan's arms, her voice choked with sobs: "Brother Emperor, why is your face so injured? Tell me who did it. I... I want to kill him." ! Brother Huang, this wound is so deep, it must be very painful, right?"
She has not left the house during this period, and the news of Mo Chuan's face being injured has never reached her ears.
Mo Chuan left the palace this time and came back with an obvious scar on his face, but he did not shy away from it and appeared openly in front of the ministers.
During the first morning court meeting, all the ministers were startled. However, no one dared to ask questions, so they had to suppress the doubts in their hearts and secretly sent people to inquire in the palace.
But after asking around, no one could get any information.
Only the little eunuch Xiao Si next to the emperor knew about this matter, but it was too difficult to pry open this boy's mouth.
Over time, everyone got used to it and no longer asked about it, because the emperor was still as diligent and wise as ever, and handled the government affairs in an orderly and orderly manner. He did not change because of the scar on his face, but became more calm.
However, since the emperor never mentioned a word about this matter, the ministers certainly did not dare to mention it, and they never talked about it in private. Therefore, the people in the capital rarely saw Tianyan, and they knew nothing about it.
Princess Anle stayed at home. Although Ye Tingxuan knew the news, he did not tell her, so she was kept in the dark. It was not until today that she broke into the imperial study room and suddenly discovered that the emperor's face had an ugly look. Extreme scars.
She had just heard a piece of news that shocked her while the servants in the palace were discussing it privately. She burst into the palace in shock and anger, but she didn't expect to see such an imperial brother.
In an instant, all her hatred and resentment towards Mo Chuan disappeared, replaced by deep distress.
"It's all healed now, and it doesn't hurt much." Mo Chuan smiled slightly, his expression indifferent.
He had long been accustomed to this scar, and had learned to turn a blind eye every time he saw it in the mirror.
Because she doesn't care, he doesn't care either.
"It's been a long time, don't ask anymore."
Seeing that Princess Anle's lips were slightly parted, Mo Chuan wanted to ask more questions, so he raised an index finger and shook her in advance, with a nonchalant expression on his face.
"Brother Emperor..." Princess Anle bit her lip. She knew that Brother Emperor didn't want to say it, but scars like that hurt so much!
Especially on the scar, there are five fingerprints she just put on it!
Guilty!
Her heart was filled with guilt, and she regretted so much that she wished she could chop off the right hand that had caused the trouble.
"Damn it! Why did I hit you on the right side of your face? I... If I had seen that you were injured earlier, I should have hit you on the left side of your face!" She punched the back of her right hand bitterly. Take a shot.