Chapter 733 You, woman, are really cruel
No, that's impossible.
As soon as the idea came up, it was quickly rejected by Song Yanxi.
The Ninth Prince is not even one year old yet. He is still a baby who only knows how to drink milk. How can he possibly shoulder such an important responsibility?
No, this is too ridiculous!
Listening to Song Yanxi's concerns, Mo Jinchuan nodded and said thoughtfully, "Ninth brother is still young, and this burden is a bit heavy for him."
He said, his eyebrows slightly raised, "How about I take care of it for him first?"
Song Yanxi nodded and said seriously, "If the prince succeeds to the throne, he will definitely seek benefits for the people of Da'an.
The Liang State has long been wary of the prince, and will probably not dare to make any rash moves."
What she said was extremely sincere, and every word she said was for the overall situation.
But she happened to miss herself.
Mo Jinchuan's eyes suddenly darkened, and he slowly tightened his grip on her hand, frowning as he asked, "What about you? What are you going to do?"
Song Yanxi lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and said casually: "If the prince succeeds to the throne, he will definitely become a wise ruler.
One day, I might be listed in history books.”
Mo Jinchuan narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice, "So, if I ascend the throne as emperor, Xier will definitely be willing to enter the palace and become empress?"
When Song Yanxi heard this, her heart skipped a beat.
Why did he suddenly say that? Did he guess something?
She was just trying to comfort herself and stop thinking too much when she felt someone tug at her arm.
The next moment, the whole person fell into a strong and powerful heartbeat.
Smelling the familiar cold fragrance, Song Yanxi felt a slight sourness in the tip of her nose, and quickly lowered her eyes to cover her slightly red eyes.
Afraid of being noticed, she was the first to speak: "Your Highness, you hurt me."
Mo Jinchuan's eyes were cold, and his tone was angry and helpless, "Xi'er, don't treat me like a fool."
He couldn't be the worm in her stomach, and he couldn't see through her heart all the time, but the pair of eyes under his eyebrows were not just for show.
If he couldn't even notice that she was unhappy, then he would be really stupid.
With a soft sigh, Mo Jinchuan hugged the person in his arms tighter, rubbing his chin against the top of her head, and said helplessly: "What should I do with you?"
Song Yanxi: "I..."
Mo Jinchuan interrupted her and said, "Xier, even if you sentence me to death, you should at least give me a chance to defend myself.
Even if I die, I should die knowingly, rather than becoming a confused ghost in front of the King of Hell."
Song Yanxi lowered her eyes, listened to the strong heartbeat coming from his chest, and responded softly.
This is a matter between two people, and she really should listen to what he says.
But the final choice is up to her.
As if he had guessed her thoughts, Mo Jinchuan laughed angrily and gritted his teeth and said, "You woman, you are really cruel."
Song Yanxi wanted to defend herself, but she couldn't convince herself.
If it were her, she would not be able to accept her partner and would always have the idea of retiring after achieving success.
But she knows herself too well.
She had already tasted the bitterness of regret during the two years she had wasted in the general's mansion.
She should use all she has learned to cure diseases and save lives, rather than being trapped in the backyard, facing trivial matters and feeling sorry for herself every day.
As Princess Jin, as long as the prince turns a blind eye, she can change her identity and practice medicine outside.
But these are not things a concubine can do.
If the prince really risked the wrath of the world for her, he would be labeled a fool in history.
There might even be someone who would use her as a pretext to attack the prince and shake the foundation of Da'an.
Whether it's a tyrant emperor or a seductive concubine, neither of them is what she wants.
Song Yanxi sighed softly and was about to speak when she heard Mo Jinchuan's gnashing voice above her head, "Why, you don't even want to say a word to me now?"
She raised her eyes and met those crimson ones, "Your Highness knows that this is not what I meant."
Mo Jinchuan asked: "What do you mean?"
He gritted his teeth and sneered, "I am really naive. I think you and I are so connected that you will know some things even if I don't say them.
You are so good, you have quietly prepared to leave the room."
Song Yanxi's eyes were filled with surprise, "Prince, why are you..."
"How should I know?"
Mo Jinchuan was so angry that he bit her face. Looking at the two white teeth marks, he said viciously, "It's amazing that you have considered so much for me. I'm afraid you even thought of the future queen."
Song Yanxi felt the numbness on her face and said frankly, "I haven't thought about that step yet."
The corners of Mo Jinchuan's eyes turned even redder, "How dare you think that!"
It looked as if he was going to bite her face again in the next moment.
Song Yanxi stepped back and said quietly, "Your Highness thinks highly of me. I'm not that magnanimous."
It's a pity that he could even think of choosing a wife for his future husband.
If she could really achieve that level, she wouldn't have to cure diseases and save lives, but would just find a place to sit and become an immortal.
Mo Jinchuan's eyes were cold, and he curled the corners of his lips sarcastically, "You're planning to hand me over to someone else, and you're still not generous?
If I were to ascend the throne, I wonder if my name would go down in history, but you would surely become a virtuous empress."
Listening to his sarcastic words, Song Yanxi asked, "Your Majesty, can you let me go first?"
Let her go?
Mo Jinchuan's heart skipped a beat, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it!"
Song Yanxi frowned slightly, and said with a somewhat painful expression: "Your Highness, my waist hurts."
When Mo Jinchuan heard this, Yanweihong became even more furious.
At first glance, it looks like blood is about to drip out.
Before he could think of anything romantic, he heard Jiaojiao's sleepy voice beside him, "Daddy, Mommy, what are you doing?"
Song Yanxi's heart trembled and she hurried to get up.
But Mo Jinchuan hugged her tighter and even lifted her whole body up so that she could sit on his lap.
He bit the tip of her ear gently and asked in a low voice: "Does your waist still hurt?"
Song Yanxi's face instantly turned red to her ears.
She buried her head in his shoulder and stammered, "No, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Catching the key words, Jiaojiao, who was originally sleepy, suddenly widened her eyes and said anxiously: "Mom, you are hurt!"
Upon hearing this, Song Yanxi lowered her head even lower.
The child is still young. How can she hold her head up in front of her in the future?
If she kept asking, how would she explain it?
Just as she was thinking, Song Yanxi felt her body suddenly lighten and she was picked up by Mo Jinchuan.
His serious voice rang out from above his head, "Mother just twisted her waist accidentally. Go to sleep quickly. Daddy will take her to see a doctor."
Hearing that Song Yanxi was injured, Jiaojiao hurriedly got up from the bed, mumbling, "It hurts, Jiaojiao wants to accompany mother."
As soon as she said that, her father ruthlessly rejected her.
The reason was: "Your mother has an injury on her waist and it is inconvenient for her to dress you."
The little girl hurriedly said, "Then Daddy will put it on Jiaojiao!"
As she spoke, she looked at the coat beside her, then looked at Mo Jinchuan who was holding Song Yanxi with no intention of letting go, and her little eyebrows wrinkled like a caterpillar.
Daddy’s hands were used to hug Mommy, so he had no hands to help Jiaojiao put on her clothes.
The little girl pursed her lips, clenched her fists and encouraged herself: "Jiaojiao can do it, Jiaojiao is the best!"
Song Yanxi heard this and was about to look up when she heard Mo Jinchuan say without hesitation: "Don't move, you are injured."
She looked so nervous, as if she had really injured her waist.
Worried about being caught by An San, Song Yanxi buried her head tightly in Mo Jinchuan's chest and whispered, "Your Highness said before that he never lied, but it turns out it was all a lie."
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