Mo Yu's words were full of temptation: "Your Majesty, this entire Tianyu Kingdom is yours. You are the most noble person in this country who has the final say. No one can be disrespectful in front of you!"
Mo Yu was still one step away from Yi Jinyi's throne. He knelt on one knee with his head lowered. His firm words echoed throughout the imperial study: "I will be the sharpest sword in your hand! I will kill all those who are against you!"
Yi Jinyi stood up, no longer indifferent as usual, and looked at the person kneeling under him seriously, with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "Mo Yu, what do you want?"
Mo Yu raised his head and looked at Yi Jinyi: "Your Majesty, what I want is the position I am in now!"
Yi Jinyi looked over and knelt respectfully at his body. He immediately understood what Mo Yu meant and laughed out loud. This time it was a genuine laugh with shallow dimples on his cheeks. He asked, each question sharper than the last: "It's harder to get this position than to ascend to heaven. The court is turbulent, full of traps and conspiracies. As long as you stand behind me, the first person who wants you dead will be Yi Qingyu. Do you think you have the ability to fight him?"
Mo Yu chuckled, his face full of confidence: "Your Majesty will see my ability in the future. Today I am just expressing my position. Please wait and see. I will take my leave."
He naturally knew that what Yi Jinyi said was right. The fact that Yi Jinyi, as an emperor who was high above everyone else, had fallen to the point where he had no confidants was also the result of Yi Qingyu's deliberate suppression, making Yi Jinyi a real puppet emperor. The real ruler of Tianyu Kingdom was the Ninth Prince Yi Qingyu. He also knew that he was walking on a path that could cost him his life at any time, but this was his only choice!
Mo Yu opened the door and walked out without hesitation. Looking at the magnificent palace, he was determined in his heart that one day he would make the Mo family a feared existence for everyone.
"My Lord?" Mo Bin called out softly as he looked at Mo Yu who had been staring at the imperial study.
Mo Yu turned his head and said calmly: "Let's go back!"
"Yes!" Mo Bin also turned his head and looked at the imperial study, feeling mixed emotions in his heart: "My Lord, we will get better and better in the future!"
Mo Yu did not hesitate this time: "Yes, I will, I will make the Weiwu Marquis' Mansion regain its former glory!"
The mighty mansion.
When Ruan Lanxin heard the news that Mo Ranran was in trouble in the mansion, she had already been rescued back to the Marquis' Mansion, so she hurried over.
Mo Ranran has been unable to calm down ever since Mo Yu entered the palace. After all, he was the only son of the Minister of War. She didn't know whether her brother would encounter any difficulties when he entered the palace, so she kept pacing back and forth in front of the door.
Mo Ranran looked up when she heard the noise and saw Ruan Lanxin coming. She cheered up and went to greet her: "Lanxin, why are you here? Didn't your mother say that you should stay at home to embroider and cultivate your character?"
Ruan Lanxin is the eldest daughter of the General's Mansion. She has inherited her father's temperament and has loved wielding swords since she was a child. Once, Mo Ranran helped Ruan Lanxin on the street with just a little effort, and slowly the two became familiar with each other.
"I just heard about Wei Xiongfeng's situation. I was really worried about him, so I rushed over to see if he was okay." Ruan Lanxin asked worriedly as she saw Mo Ranran obviously looking unhappy.