Chapter 226 How could the prince do such a thing as to forcibly seize my wife?

Qiu Zongping was stunned, and his determined look suddenly became complicated.

He clenched the military book in his hand, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked the questions that were in his heart.

"That fox fur cloak was originally prepared by the prince for Miss Song. Am I right?"

Mo Jinchuan's lips curled slightly, with more appreciation in his eyes, "You guessed well, you've made progress."

I didn't expect him to be so straightforward. The words that Qiu Zongping had prepared in his mind to appeal to his feelings and courtesy seemed so redundant at this moment.

He clenched the book tightly, the words "Your Highness, please think twice" were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Everyone in the border army knew that their fearless young general was only afraid of His Royal Highness Prince Jin.

Just one look from him is enough to make him behave like a sheep.

There is no other reason, it’s just because Qiu Zongping was brought up by Mo Jinchuan.

He had been naughty since childhood, and the house was full of people who could not take care of him in the morning and afternoon. Mrs. Qiu's health was getting worse and worse. Lord Qiu had no time to take care of him, so he threw him into the palace and asked the emperor to take care of him.

No one knew how he had avoided the heavy guards in the palace, and how he had chosen Prince Jin's Mansion among all the officials' carriages.

When Mo Jinchuan woke up from his drunken stupor the next day and found a child beside him, the carriage was already a hundred miles away from the capital.

Qiu Zongping clutched the book in his hand tightly, his voice muffled, "I shouldn't be involved in the prince's private affairs, but Miss Song, Miss Song..."

"How is Miss Song?"

"Miss Song is a married woman!"

Mo Jinchuan's expression was indifferent. "This matter is known to the whole country. Tell me something that I don't know."

"Your Highness!" Qiu Zongping's face flushed with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness is the king, and a role model for hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the border. How could you do such a thing as forcibly taking my wife?

If this embarrassing thing gets out, how will the people of the world view the prince?"

By the end of his words, his eyes were slightly red. "I know Miss Song is a good girl, kind and sensible, but she is married after all..."

"Not any time soon."

Facing Qiu Zongping's puzzled look, Mo Jinchuan said, "Only one of your words was correct.

Song Yanxi is the best woman in the world."

Thinking of that bright smiling face, his voice unconsciously became gentle, "This king has admired her for a long time."

Suppressing his shock, Qiu Zongping asked, "Miss Song, do you know what the prince means?"

Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes and looked at him, his unfathomable eyes showing a coldness, "She is not as casual a woman as you think.

If you do it again, you will be punished."

"Yes, I will keep it in mind."

Qiu Zongping held the military book in both hands, walked forward respectfully and handed it to Mo Jinchuan, secretly observing his expression.

"Ask whatever you want to ask, don't hold it in."

"The prince is leaving the city alone this time. Miss Song shouldn't know about this, right?"

Mo Jinchuan's eyes were indifferent. "What do you want to say?"

Qiu Zongping lifted his robe and knelt down, saying respectfully, "Your Highness's shoulder injury is not trivial. Please take care of yourself and return to the city to recuperate for a while."

"Go back to the city?" Mo Jinchuan asked coldly, "Did you open your eyes to see what was happening inside the city when you left?"

Qiu Zongping lowered his head and said nothing.

Obviously, he had seen it.

The border town, which used to be bustling and prosperous with streets bustling with people, now has its doors shut tightly in every household. In just two days, it has become as quiet as a dead city.

If he had not heard a lot of suppressed crying coming from across the courtyard wall when he rode past, Qiu Zongping would have even doubted whether there were any living people behind those closed doors.

He clenched his fists tightly and squeezed out a sentence almost through his teeth, "I will never let the prince get into danger again."

In the battle two years ago, if he had not been tripped up by a force of the Liang army and had not gone to Beifengpo to provide support in time, so many brothers would not have died tragically, and the prince would not have broken his legs and almost become a cripple.

During these two years, more than six hundred days and nights, he never felt at peace for a single moment.

Whenever he closed his eyes at night, he saw the faces of his brothers who died with their eyes wide open, asking him with tears and blood why he didn't save them.

He is obviously the one who deserves to die the most.

"Stand up."

"Your Majesty..."

"Stand up!"

Qiu Zongping clenched his fists, stood up with a stiff upper lip, and said softly, "Your Highness, please calm down. Be careful, there are ears."

"So you still know how to be afraid. I just thought you've grown wild in your two years as a general and are no longer afraid of anything."

"Your Majesty, I dare not."

"You don't dare? Now you dare to teach me to be a deserter, what else do you dare not do?"

Mo Jinchuan looked at Qiu Zongping who was trying to explain, and said coldly: "It's been two years since we last met. You have greatly disappointed me."

"Your Highness..." Qiu Zongping's eyes suddenly turned red.

Mo Jinchuan interrupted him coldly, "Pack your things and return to Beijing immediately."

Qiu Zongping's face turned pale, and he blurted out, "I won't leave!"

"Are you planning to disobey military orders?"

"I dare not."

Looking at Mo Jinchuan's ashen face, Qiu Zongping moved his lips and said with a firm determination, "Your Majesty, please give the order to chop off my head!"

Mo Jinchuan stared at him gravely, "You'd rather die than retreat?"

Qiu Zongping: "I'd rather die than retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a book on military strategy hit him on the head.

Seeing him not even flinching and letting the book spine hit his forehead, Mo Jinchuan laughed angrily, "You little bastard, you'd rather die than retreat, but you're making me a deserter. Is that what I taught you?"

Qiu Zongping pursed his lips and said nothing.

Looking at his motionless appearance, it was clear that he was silently protesting.

As long as the prince refused to agree, he would kneel down and not get up until he softened his heart.

Looking at Qiu Zongping's stubborn look, Mo Jinchuan suddenly thought of his younger self.

He sighed and said, "When I first joined the army to fight, I also knelt in front of the palace like you.

Guess what the emperor did at that time?"

Qiu Zongping lowered his head and said sullenly, "The Emperor loves the Prince so much that he would be reluctant to let him kneel for so long."

Hearing his double-entendre words, Mo Jinchuan curled the corners of his lips and said, "Father didn't say anything, but kicked me as soon as he entered the court."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his leg and kicked Qiu Zongping.

Although the kick was not heavy, it hit the shoulder and knocked the person over.

Qiu Zongping was completely unprepared. He fell to the ground in a daze, completely unaware of what had just happened.

All he could think about at the moment was how could the emperor, who loved the prince so much, be willing to kick him? There must be some misunderstanding.

When he thought about himself, his confused look suddenly became a little aggrieved.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but felt embarrassed. He got up from the ground without saying a word, and did not forget to brush off the dust on his armor.

When he looked up and saw Mo Jinchuan, Qiu Zongping suddenly thought of something and his eyes lit up instantly.

He asked in disbelief, "Your Majesty, your leg?"

Mo Jinchuan's eyes were filled with disdain. "Don't say you're the king's soldiers when you go out. You can't afford to lose this man."

Qiu Zongping was not angry at all even when being scolded. He looked at Mo Jinchuan's legs excitedly, unable to say a word and just smiling foolishly.

After realizing something, he tentatively asked, "Did Miss Song cure the prince's leg disease?"