"Today, I will definitely not humiliate the reputation of the late Marquis of Might and Power. Since the Ninth Prince still feels that this matter is questionable, why don't we make it clear in front of the late emperor. If the Ninth Prince still thinks that I am at fault, then I will use this stupid imperial sword of the late emperor to commit suicide right here in the imperial study!"
Mo Yu spoke firmly.
Yi Qingyu's face was extremely ugly. He was not a fool, so how could he not know what Mo Yu meant? He was saying that he was using his power to suppress the hearts of the meritorious officials who had long since passed away in the Weiwu Marquis Mansion. If this got out, would his reputation still be in jeopardy
Besides, even if the Weiwu Marquis' Mansion has been in decline for many years, the generals guarding the border are all the confidants of the Weiwu Marquis' Mansion. They can drown him with a spit from each of them. They are all the confidants of the former Weiwu Marquis.
Yi Qingyu looked at Mo Yu with a smile on his face, "I don't understand what Marquis Weiwu said. I was just reminding His Majesty that there is such a possibility. Since this matter has been decided, I have nothing to worry about!"
He turned around and bowed to Yi Jinyi: "Your Majesty has handled it very well. I have nothing to worry about. I will take my leave now!"
Yi Jinyi looked at Wei Weiyan who was still kneeling on the ground, and said in a light tone: "My dear Wei, is there anything else? If there is nothing else, go back and deal with Wei Xiongfeng's funeral!"
He didn't even give Wei Weiyan a chance to speak before sending him away. He was obviously still a little unhappy about Wei Weiyan's disrespect just now.
Wei Weiyan, whose legs were a little uncomfortable after kneeling for a long time, staggered for a while before he stood firm. He crossed his hands and bowed: "Yes!" Before leaving, he looked at Mo Yu with a gloomy look, as if to say that he would not let this matter go so easily.
Mo Yu looked at Wei Weiyan in return, he was waiting!
After Wei Weiyan left, Mo Yu saw Yi Jinyi staring at him with interest, and responded with a faint smile. He lowered his eyes, retracted the sharpness in his body, stood up straight and allowed Yi Jinyi to look at him, as if the person who had just confronted Wei Weiyan was not him.
The silence in the imperial study was somewhat eerie. Mo Yu raised his head and stared at Yi Jinyi sitting on the dragon throne: "I wonder what the emperor saw?"
Yi Jinyi supported his chin with one of his well-maintained white hands and smiled, his eyes narrowed: "The more I look at you, the more I think that the Marquis is so handsome!" The little remaining majesty of the emperor disappeared in this smile.
"Heh." Mo Yu was stunned for a moment, and laughed at himself in his heart. Good-looking? It was because of this appearance that brought disaster to Mo Ran and him. Looking at Yi Jinyi sitting in a high position, the thought of wanting to be high above and have all the power in his heart was like a beast, surging in his heart. The idea that was only in its infancy in his heart matured instantly.
Mo Yu's eyes were filled with determination: "Your Majesty, I want to make a deal with you!"
Upon hearing this, Yi Jinyi looked at Mo Ran unscrupulously, with a somewhat unruly tone: "Interesting, could it be that Marquis Weiwu is still a little confused? Everyone in the world knows that I am just a puppet emperor. What can I trade with you!"
Mo Yu looked straight at Yi Jinyi and walked towards him step by step, with a bottomless whirlpool in her beautiful fox eyes.