Chapter 916: Okay, Why Are You Pretending?

Mo Wenjing's expression suddenly changed. He stood up and said, "Aunt, what are you..."

He stopped talking halfway through.

Princess Huayang continued his words, "Even after you knocked Jinchuan into the river with one blow, he still managed to return to the capital alive. I certainly cannot let you down."

Hearing this, Mo Wenjing's face turned even paler.

He opened his mouth but said nothing.

Princess Huayang raised her eyebrows. "Why, don't you have anything you want to say to me?"

Mo Wenjing slowly sat back in his chair and smiled self-deprecatingly, "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. My nephew's skills are inferior to others, so there is nothing to say."

Princess Huayang looked at Mo Jinchuan, "What about you? You have nothing to say either?"

After she finished speaking, she snorted coldly, "Woman's kindness."

Yun Que stepped forward and asked respectfully, "Your Highness, Prince Xuan, do you know why you woke up in the Crown Prince's East Palace on the day that Concubine Liang passed away?"

As the head of a palace, Concubine Liang is qualified to raise the prince independently.

Therefore, Mo Wenjing was raised by her since he was a child, and the relationship between mother and son is very deep.

His gentle and amiable mother died in such a tragic way in front of him, which caused great harm to his young heart.

Even after so many years, he still hasn't forgotten her voice, smile, and every moment they spent together.

Mo Wenjing had few memories of that day left in his mind. He only vaguely remembered that his mother cooked a bowl of sweet wine for him.

She sat beside him, watching him drink with a faint smile on her face, and said in a gentle voice: "Jing'er, go to sleep obediently. When you wake up, your mother will take you to a paradise you have never been to."

He once heard the Master say that the paradise on earth mentioned by the ancestors was a fairyland-like existence, a place that ordinary people would find difficult to reach in their entire lives.

But in the end, he had no idea what the paradise his mother spoke of looked like.

All of this was thanks to the most noble princess of Da'an, his only aunt.

Facing his eyes filled with hatred, Yun Que said coldly, "Your Highness Prince Xuan was still young at that time, so I guess he doesn't remember it."

Mo Wenjing laughed at himself, "It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not. History books are always written by the victors."

He stared at Princess Huayang, his scarlet eyes filled with resentment, "Is Liang He from the Imperial Guard your man?"

Yun Que's face darkened, "Your Highness Prince Xuan, you must not be disrespectful to the princess!"

Mo Wenjing said nonchalantly, "I'm already a dying man, so why would I care about respect or not?"

Recalling the death of Concubine Liang, he curled the corners of his lips. "Aunt, how are you going to send me off? Will you give me a cup of poisoned wine like you did my mother? Or will you announce to the world that I'll be beheaded?"

He sighed softly, "Auntie, your hands must be stained with blood over the years, right?

Let me guess, my mother and Hui's mother, my eldest brother and my sixth brother, and..."

Yun Que interrupted him coldly, "Your Highness, King Xuan, you know that slandering your elders is a sign of great unfilial piety."

As she spoke, she quickly stepped forward and raised her hand to slap him hard.

Mo Wenjing was furious. "You are just a dog in front of her. How dare you slap me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Que slapped him again.

Before Mo Wenjing could speak, she slapped him again, then took two steps back and said respectfully, "Your Highness, I'm sorry."

Yun Que was a martial artist, and even though he restrained his strength, a few slaps still made Mo Wenjing's ears buzz.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked with a mocking look in his eyes: "A lowly servant dared to slap the master, is this the royal dignity you always claim to want to maintain?

If you hadn't put pressure on me, my grandfather would have betrothed my mother to his student. Even if she didn't become rich and powerful in the future, at least she would have lived a peaceful and smooth life.

You've harmed countless people, yet you spend the whole day holding Buddhist beads and pretending to be something. Aren't you afraid that evil spirits will come to take your life in the middle of the night?"

Yunque's eyes were stunned for a moment, and his hands were itching again.

Princess Huayang glanced at Mo Jinchuan and asked in a cold voice, "Do you admit what I just said to you?"

Mo Jinchuan lowered his eyes and said, "I will follow my aunt's instructions."

"Okay, stop pretending."

Princess Huayang couldn't help but sneer, "I watched you grow up, and I know your personality very well.

You were concerned about brotherhood and refused to break up with him, but he was ruthless and killed people.

At the end of her words, she sighed, "If you were half as ruthless as he is, I wouldn't have to worry so much about you."

Mo Wenjing couldn't help laughing, "Auntie, do you really think he's a kind-hearted person?"

Hearing this, Princess Huayang glanced at him and said quietly, "At least he didn't try to kill you.

Otherwise, do you think you can come back alive?"

Mo Wenjing sneered, "Over the years, he's always been so hypocritical!"

Princess Huayang gave Yun Que a look, and Yun Que immediately pulled out a stack of letters from his sleeve and handed them to him, saying, "Your Highness, if you want to clear Concubine Liang's name, you might as well read this first."

Mo Wenjing said coldly, "If you want to accuse someone of something, you can always find a pretext."

They have been dead for so many years, so naturally what they say is what it is.

Poor his mother, she could have lived in harmony with her lover, but was forced to be involved in the big dye vat of the palace.

They are all responsible for her death!

Yunque asked in a deep voice, "Your Highness, are you afraid?"

"How dare you!" Mo Wenjing waved his hand to knock the letter out of her hand and said angrily, "My mother is dead, and you won't let her go. You still want to throw dirty water on her!"

He glared at Princess Huayang and said sarcastically, "My father is just ill, but your aunt has already reached out to the Imperial Guards. You are a little too hasty.

If you act this way, aren't you afraid that your father will hold you accountable later?"

As their aunt, Princess Huayang naturally watched Mo Wenjing grow up.

He couldn't hide his little thoughts from her.

Don't want to face reality?

Her face darkened, and she ordered in a cold voice, "Have someone invite King Xuan back to Concubine Liang's former residence and take a good look at how innocent his mother is."

Mo Wenjing sneered, "This is my father's bedroom, not my aunt's princess's residence.

Even if you want to take over, there's no need to be so anxious."

Princess Huayang: "Skylark."

Yunque took a step forward and was about to attack again.

Mo Wenjing grabbed her wrist and pushed her forward fiercely, "A mere slave girl, are you worthy enough to act so presumptuously in front of this king?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a figure flash before his eyes, and the next moment he was slapped in the face.

Princess Huayang asked coldly, "She's not worthy of hitting you, but am I?"

Mo Wenjing was hit so hard that his face turned away. When he turned to look at her, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

He gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Auntie is an elder, she deserves to be beaten."

Princess Huayang slapped him again with her backhand, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Wenjing's mouth was bleeding, "It doesn't hurt."

Hearing this, Princess Huayang raised her hand again, but then retracted it as if she remembered something.

She spoke again, her eyes full of disgust, "A self-righteous fool like you, I'm afraid I'll get my hands dirty."

Mo Wenjing curled the corners of his lips, "Yes, you have disliked me since I was a child."

Facing Princess Huayang's cold eyes, he curled the corners of his lips, "But for so many years, I have been thinking about my aunt all the time and dare not forget her for a moment.

This time when I returned to Beijing, I specially prepared a big gift for my aunt."