Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

But for Mo Beichen, it felt like an eternity.

In the past five days, Mo Beichen has cursed the Third Prince's ancestors countless times.

Many times he woke up in the middle of the night wanting to take his sword and cripple the Third Prince, but Mo Feng stopped him each time.

Mo Feng earnestly advised, "Your Highness, if things continue like this, there is no hope for peace talks."

Mo Beichen coldly replied, "I have never considered peace talks."

He just wanted a temporary truce to go home and be with Luo Luo.

Despite the pressure, Mo Feng continued to persuade him, "Your Highness, the young prince is about to be born. As his father, you cannot cause unnecessary bloodshed for him."

Mo Beichen said, "My son has his own destiny. What does it have to do with me?"

This is a declarative sentence.

Mo Feng's lips twitched. Did the prince mean he wanted to raise the young prince in poverty?

Seeing that Mo Beichen was about to rush out of the tent, Mo Feng hurriedly shouted, "If Your Highness hurts the Third Prince, I'm afraid it will be a long time before you see the Princess again."

Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen immediately stopped in his tracks, his body stiffening.

Mo Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the princess could rein in this runaway horse.

“Your Highness, think about it. If something happens to the Third Prince, his country will definitely not let it go. How much time will that waste? Your Highness should be patient. If you are patient, you can see the Princess sooner.” Mo Feng continued to persuade him.

Mo Beichen turned around, gave Mo Feng a cold look, threw the sword to Mo Feng, and sat back down at the table.

Mo Feng breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Mo Beichen said, "Go and prepare some good food for the Third Prince. Eat more and don't let that old fellow from Tianlang Kingdom find fault with him. Otherwise, I will hold you responsible."

Mo Feng nodded hurriedly and left.

Mo Beichen clenched his fist, picked up the book on the table with a gloomy expression.

War is so annoying.

None of them could be with Luo Luo.

Luo Luo is probably about to give birth.

So annoying.

I wonder if the little girl is scared without him by her side.

He heard from the old women in the manor that a woman's ten months of pregnancy is the most arduous, and he must make it up to his little girl.

compensate?

Thinking of this, Mo Beichen coldly ordered, "Someone come here."

Mo Feng lifted the curtain and came in.

Mo Beichen glanced at him sideways, "Didn't I tell you to prepare some food?"

Mo Feng said, feeling wronged, "Anyone could do this."

Mo Beichen stared intently at Mo Feng without saying a word.

Mo Feng slowly knelt on the ground, "Your subordinate knows his mistake."

Mo Beichen looked at it slowly and then asked, "Oh? What did you do wrong?"

Mo Feng knew that Mo Beichen was angry, but there was nothing he could do.

Surely he couldn't just hand the knife to a prince who was committing murder, could he?

Mo Beichen parted his thin lips slightly, uttering a single word, "Hmm?"

Mo Feng lowered his head and quietly changed the subject, "Your Highness, I've heard that there are red-furred wild foxes around here. A soldier even saw one the night before last. Perhaps I should go and catch one and bring it to Your Highness..."

As Mo Feng finished speaking, seeing Mo Beichen's face growing increasingly gloomy and the surrounding air pressure dropping lower and lower, he immediately changed the words he was about to say.

"Oh dear, I just remembered that I have to keep watch with General Li tonight, so I'll have to trouble Your Highness to make the arrest."

Mo Beichen's coldness in his eyes lessened considerably. He shifted his gaze and let out a cold snort.

"I have no interest in that thing, why would I grab it?"

Mo Feng's inner monologue: Keep pretending, keep pretending.

He flattered, "I once heard Your Highness say that the Princess Consort likes red. It's not that I did anything wrong that prevented Your Highness from going back to be with the Princess Consort, so I wanted to make amends."

Mo Beichen remained expressionless. "What does your apology have to do with me?"

Mo Feng recalled that the night before last, when the soldiers were talking about the fiery red wild fox, the prince happened to be standing at the tent entrance and heard everything clearly.

When the prince heard that the wild fox might be in the nearby deep mountains, he took a special look.

Mo Feng, standing to the side, saw everything clearly and saw the prince staring in the direction of the deep mountains, revealing a faint smile.

At that time, he had already guessed that the prince must have designs on that fox, especially the fiery red one.

It must be intended for the princess.

So, what else could be the reason that the prince is unhappy and won't let go of him right now?

After all, under normal circumstances, the punishment would be either levied or the person would be released, and the matter would have been resolved long ago.

Mo Feng guessed that the prince just wanted an excuse, an excuse to catch the fox.

Sigh, being a subordinate is really tiring.

Mo Feng continued, "But I suddenly remembered that the Princess only accepts gifts from the Prince. She definitely won't accept gifts from me, so I can only ask the Prince for help."

Mo Beichen's expression softened slightly. "How do you know the Princess won't accept it?"

Mo Feng flattered, "The cloak that the prince prepared for the princess before he went to war was thought to be prepared by someone else, and the princess was unwilling to wear it at the time. But when she heard from the steward that the prince had specially prepared it for her, she quickly put it on and seemed very happy."

Of course, Mo Feng was talking nonsense with his eyes wide open.

But someone really loves listening to it.

Sure enough, the gentleman sitting at the table in front of him had softened considerably.

His frizzy hair was smoothed out quite a bit.

Although Mo Beichen didn't show it on his face, he was already quite excited inside.

The way she looked at Mo Feng was also a haughty little look.

Mo Feng found it somewhat amusing, but tried hard to hold it in and dared not laugh.

All I could do was continue to persuade her, "So, we can only ask Your Highness to help us catch the red fox. I will tell the Princess that Your Highness specially went to catch it to make a cloak collar for her."

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