Although Mo Xiangbin knew that his decision could not satisfy everyone, when he actually heard Mo Junhao's "rebellious" words, he was obviously stunned for a moment.
Immediately, he became furious.
"Mo Junhao, do you know who you are talking to?" Mo Xiangbin tried his best to restrain himself, but the voice coming out of his throat was obviously vibrating.
He was really angry.
However, Mo Junhao was greatly stimulated, and now he had completely let himself go.
Not only did he not admit his mistake to Mo Xiangbin immediately, but he raised his lips and sneered, "Of course I know what I am talking about! The one who is really stupid is your father!"
Mo Xiangbin: "..."
It was the first time he was called an 'old fool' and he was so choked up that he almost didn't know how to get angry.
In the end I couldn't help but laugh.
Laughing angrily.
"Hao'er, I know you are in a bad mood, so I won't care about your rude words today. Now go back to your fourth prince's residence, pack your things and head to the North as soon as possible. You will still be my good son!"
Mo Xiangbin sighed heavily. After all, he was his own flesh and blood, his son whom he once doted on and even vaguely liked, so it was impossible for him to be truly ruthless.
However, Mo Junhao didn't feel Mo Xiangbin's concession at all, and instead took a step forward.
Aggressively, "What if I don't?"
Mo Xiangbin's eyes darkened, "Hao'er, don't force me to imprison you!"
Once imprisoned, it means that Mo Junhao is completely rejected by the emperor and has no chance of succeeding to the throne.
Such punishment was once Mo Junhao's nightmare.
However, when Mo Junhao heard this, he just smiled softly and said indifferently: "How different do you think your imperial edict is from imprisoning me?"
Mo Xiangbin paused.
Then I heard Mo Junhao continue in that cool voice: "You were the one who told me back then, it is not necessarily the prince who will be the only one who will be honored in the future, all your sons will have the opportunity. And this inspired me to work hard.
And I, as you said, always hold myself to the standards of an heir to the throne. But now that you have an imperial edict, everything has changed!
Is this what you call Tianen? "
At first, Mo Junhao narrated in a calm and almost rigid tone, but later on, his tone gradually became more excited, and finally, he almost asked harshly.
Mo Xiangbin had indeed thought about letting Mo Junhao inherit his throne, and had taught Mo Junhao this, so when Mo Junhao pointed out these things bluntly.
His Majesty the Emperor lost his face.
He couldn't help but turned away his face with a guilty conscience, not daring to look into Mo Junhao's eyes, so he could only hold on to his emperor's face.
Knock it to death with a hammer, "In short, my decree has been made, you should do it according to my instructions without any reconsideration."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and turned around to give Mo Junhao an indifferent look.
"Let's go!"
Mo Xiangbin said coldly, the feeling of being a father in his heart filled with guilt.
My child, don’t blame me; compared to the prince, you indeed lack the responsibility and integrity. For the sake of Da Mo’s country, I have to sacrifice you!
His Majesty the Emperor silently apologized to his fourth son in his heart, and these unspoken words became a heavy guilt in his heart.
He can only do his best to compensate Mo Junhao in the days to come.
For example, give more gold, silver and jewelry to Mo Junhao;
After a while, when the war in the north calmed down a little, I took the opportunity to give Mo Junhao a reward...
Mo Xiangbin thought a lot, and he even decided to add a 'hereditary replacement' to Mo Junhao's throne in the future to make up for his mistakes.
He thought for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that Mo Junhao behind him had been silent.
Are you leaving
Mo Xiangbin turned around in confusion and was about to take a look, but saw Mo Junhao already standing behind him, staring at him gloomily.
He was startled, took a step back suddenly, and shouted: "Hao'er, what are you doing?"
Mo Junhao did not retreat but advanced, with a cold and bloodthirsty smile on his lips, and asked: "What do you think I want to do?"
This kind of Mo Junhao is too weird. Even though Mo Xiangbin is well-informed, he is a little scared by this kind of Mo Junhao.
He couldn't help but took another half step back and swallowed unconsciously, "You, you want to do the following?"
"Haha! I'll do it next!" Mo Junhao laughed out loud, with a creepy aura of terror all over his body.
Just when Mo Xiangbin almost couldn't help shouting, Mo Junhao took action.
Mo Junhao's movements were as fast as lightning. Before Mo Xiangbin could react, he was strangled by the neck, and all his voice was stuck in his throat.
Mo Xiangbin's eyes widened in horror. He wanted to call someone, but only a weak, meaningless sound of air flow came out of his throat.
He wanted to save himself, but his hands could only weakly climb up to Mo Junhao's wrist that held his neck, unable to shake him at all.
"What do you want? I, I am your father..." Mo Xiangbin made a sound from his throat with difficulty, trying to bring back Mo Junhao's reason.
However, Mo Junhao just showed an indifferent and cold-blooded smile.
As if mocking Mo Xiangbin's naivety.
"Father?" Mo Junhao murmured in a strange voice.
Suddenly he smiled brightly, but it didn't make people feel warm at all. Instead, it made people feel that the surroundings seemed to have become colder.
"Are you worthy?"
Mo Junhao used the coldest voice to completely sever the father-son relationship between the two.
He said to Mo Xiangbin word for word: "You are simply the most selfish person in the world. You always care about yourself, and a random decision negates all my efforts.
Ah! But it doesn’t matter. Even if you don’t admit it, I don’t need your approval..."
Mo Xiangbin felt that the breathing in his lungs was decreasing little by little. He began to feel dizzy, his eyes were black and his ears were ringing. His senses were gradually weakened, and everything around him seemed to become blurry.
Until the end, all he felt was that his vision went dark and he knew nothing.
Mo Junhao kept pinching Mo Xiangbin until the old body slowly stopped struggling in his hands, and finally became completely motionless.
He seemed to be stung by something suddenly, and his big hand suddenly loosened.
Mo Xiangbin collapsed to the ground softly.
Only then did Mo Junhao realize what he had done. He woke up suddenly and quickly stretched out his index finger to detect Mo Xiangbin's breath.
No, no breathing.
Mo Junhao took several steps back in horror until he hit the wooden table with a bang, knocking the tea set on the table to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Your Majesty, what happened?" Xiaoquanzi heard the crisp sound outside the house and knocked on the door in confusion, as if he wanted to open the door and come in.
Mo Junhao's heart skipped a beat and he shouted loudly, "It's okay, don't come in."
The soundproofing measures in the dormitory were very good, with thick solid wood separating them. Xiaoquanzi could only barely hear Mo Junhao's short commands, and had no way of distinguishing the speaker's tone.
He didn't think much about it. He didn't even realize that the shout was not from Mo Xiangbin at all, so he said politely: "My servant is waiting outside. If anything happens to your Majesty, please call your servant."
"I know." Mo Junhao replied hastily.
He quickly walked to the door, observed the situation outside the door, and made sure that Koizumi really found no clues, and then immediately locked the door from the inside.
After completing these actions, Mo Junhao slowly walked towards the place where Mo Xiangbin lay down.
With one startling step, when he came to Mo Xiangbin again, he was already sweating profusely and no longer had the courage to probe Mo Xiangbin's breath.
"What should I do? What should I do?" Mo Junhao walked around the room in a panic, mumbling at a loss.
He didn't know why he had lost his mind just now and actually killed Mo Xiangbin.
Mo Junhao was at a loss, with all kinds of thoughts in his mind, but every method led to death in the end.
He was pulling his hair with both hands, his face was broken, he didn't know what else he could do
He is killing his father!
Just when Mo Junhao was almost desperate, his eyes flashed and he suddenly saw a piece of bright yellow satin under the pillow of the dragon bed, which looked a bit like... an imperial edict
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Mo Junhao's mind, and he subconsciously crossed Mo Xiangbin's body, walked to the bed and lifted the pillow.
A scroll of imperial edict was lying firmly under the pillow.
Mo Junhao was shocked, grabbed the imperial edict and opened it.
Above it was an imperial edict confirming the candidate for the next emperor.
Although Mo Junyu is the prince and should be the first heir to the throne, with this imperial edict, he can sit in that position more openly.
Mo Xiangbin actually wants to pass the throne to Mo Junyu!
This news made Mo Junhao grit his teeth with hatred. The guilt and regret he felt towards Mo Xiangbin disappeared in an instant, leaving only more monstrous anger.
Not only did Mo Junhao have no regrets, he was also glad that he had actually killed Mo Xiangbin just now and accidentally intercepted the imperial edict of succession.
He coldly looked down at Mo Xiangbin lying on the ground and spat: "Old immortal, I have tried my best to please you for so long, but you just gave the throne to someone else without saying a word.
Since you are so heartless and unjust, no wonder I am so cruel! It doesn’t matter if you die now, leave the rest to me!
Don’t worry, Da Mo’s empire will definitely flourish in my hands! "
Mo Junhao vented his anger on Mo Xiangbin's corpse, and finally a lot of the stagnation in his heart was relieved.
And the idea in his mind became more and more clear.
Mo Junhao held the imperial edict's hand tightly, and then stuffed the imperial edict into his arms, walked lightly to the bed, opened a small opening, walked back quickly, and moved Mo Xiangbin to the bed with both hands and feet. , put down the bed curtain.
After he made it look like Mo Xiangbin had gone to bed to rest, he also flew and hid on the bed.
Through the bed curtain, he shouted in a suppressed voice: "Xiaoquanzi, come in."
Xiaoquanzi opened the door and came in. Seeing that there was no one in the room, he couldn't help but wonder: Wasn't the Fourth Prince still in the room having a secret conversation with His Majesty? Why was there no one in the blink of an eye
"You go and deliver a message to me and summon the prince to the palace to see me."
A corner of the curtain of the dragon bed was lifted from the inside, and the person inside could not be seen clearly. Only the hoarse voice could be heard from inside.
Xiaoquanzi was startled and looked at the dragon bed in confusion. When she saw that the pale fingers separated by the bed curtain and the sleeves exposed at the wrist belonged to Mo Xiangbin, she felt at ease.
But he still suspected that he had heard wrongly.
"Your Majesty, are you going now?"
It's almost midnight, is it too late
"Go right away!" A low voice came from the dragon bed again.
Xiaoquanzi didn't dare to say more and responded obediently: "I'll go right now."
After saying that, he hunched over and wanted to step back, but before he could take a few steps back, he couldn't help but look towards the dragon bed again, still wondering: Where is His Highness the Fourth Prince
Could it be...