Chapter 914 Over the years, the emperor has treated you well
Mo Wenjing lowered his eyes and put down the teacup in his hand. "Since I woke up, I have been staying by my father's side, waiting for your return with him. I have never had time to spare."
Thinking of something, he curled the corners of his lips, "After so many years, the one that father loves the most is still you.
The imperial physician said that he had a cold that had entered his body, and since my brother's wife was not around, he didn't dare to give him any acupuncture or medicine.
I just whispered in his ear, "You're not good," and that woke him up."
Mo Jinchuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Father has treated you well over the years."
"He treats me well?" Mo Wenjing played with the ring on his thumb, "From childhood to adulthood, he has given his preference to you and his hopes to big brother.
Even my second and third brothers were blessed with his generosity and kindness."
He laughed at himself and asked coldly, "Old Five, tell me, what did he give me?"
As if he had guessed what Mo Jinchuan would say, disgust appeared in his eyes, "My life was bought by my mother who sacrificed her own life."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Come to think of it, I have to thank you.
If the person hiding under the table with me at that time was not you, but someone else, the grass on my grave would be as tall as a person by now.
Mo Jinchuan's eyes were cold and gloomy. "The death penalty bestowed upon Concubine Liang was her own fault."
The two brothers are the same age, so there is no reason why the fourth brother cannot remember what he remembers.
What's more, this matter was not a secret in the palace. He only needed to inquire a little to know the inside story.
Mo Wenjing's expression suddenly changed. He stared at Mo Jinchuan gravely and asked in a cold voice, "Do you believe those high-sounding words?"
As he spoke, he continued, "Except for the two times my mother received favor in the first month after entering the palace, she has never been favored by the emperor again.
If she hadn't been so lucky as to get pregnant after two nights in the emperor's bed, she, a little beauty, would never have had the chance to see her father again in her lifetime."
He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Jinchuan, "You liked the sweet cakes made by my mother the most back then, you should know it very well, she has always been a weak person.
Not to mention poisoning the child she had watched grow up, even if she was asked to kill a chicken, she would tremble with fear.
But it was such a timid person who didn't even dare to look up when he saw Emperor Xuande, who cruelly killed Mo Mingyang.
The poison was hidden in the plate of sweet cakes she sent to the East Palace.
The young Seventh Prince met Mo Mingyang, who had just graduated from the Imperial College, on the palace road. He insisted on pestering Mo Mingyang to visit the Eastern Palace.
Unable to resist his brother's coquettish behavior, Mo Mingyang waved his hand and called several princes including Mo Jinchuan to the East Palace.
As the crown prince, he is also the eldest brother who is extremely respected by his brothers. Whenever they meet him privately, they always ask him questions.
Mo Mingyang is well-versed in thousands of books and is very knowledgeable. No matter how tricky the question is, he can get the answer you want.
At that time, Mo Jinchuan was just a child of seven or eight years old. He was very arrogant and proud because of his talent and reputation since childhood.
Regarding the childish questions raised by his two elder brothers, he just felt that one of them was too stupid and the other had too many thoughts, and neither of them was cut out for studying.
The brothers expressed their opinions, and when the argument got heated, they would occasionally quarrel with each other.
The seventh prince sat beside them holding a sweet cake, eating while watching his brothers "quarrel", and from time to time he would break off a little sweet cake and give it to his brothers.
Mo Jinchuan looked at the thumb-sized sweet cake and teased him, "Little Seventh, even though your brother calls you that every day, you're being too stingy.
This little bit is not even enough to fill the gaps between our teeth."
He said this, but seeing his brother's eager look, he still took the bite of the sweet cake out of courtesy.
Seeing him eat it, the Seventh Prince was immediately happy, clapping his hands and saying, "The sweet cake made by Concubine Liang is delicious, Xiaoqi likes it."
As he spoke, he suddenly frowned, rubbed his stomach, and muttered, "Fifth brother, Xiaoqi is not stingy."
Hearing that his voice sounded strange, Mo Jinchuan pulled his hand over, only to find it frighteningly cold.
The next moment, the Seventh Prince fell directly on him, his face pale as he cried out, "Fifth Brother, it hurts."
Before Mo Jinchuan could ask him what was hurting him, he saw him spitting out mouthfuls of blood and soon died.
In his hand, he was still tightly holding half of a sweet cake that he was planning to share with his other brothers.
Everything changed in an instant.
The younger brother who was smiling and sharing sweet cakes with them just a moment ago, turned into a cold corpse in just a few blinks of an eye.
Even Mo Mingyang, who was always praised for his composure and propriety, stood there in a daze, unable to react.
It was not until Mo Minghao also cried out in pain that he reacted and immediately ordered the palace servants to run and call the imperial physician.
The imperial physician arrived in time, and Mo Jinchuan and Mo Minghao, who were not seriously poisoned, only took a small bite of the sweet cake and survived.
But the Seventh Prince remained forever on the day before his fifth birthday.
Emperor Xuande was furious and sent people to thoroughly investigate everything the princes had taken that day.
Before the palace servants found out that the cakes were sent by Concubine Liang, Mo Jinchuan found her with the half piece of sweet cake.
Seeing that he was the only one coming, Concubine Liang thought that her evil plan had succeeded and shed tears of joy.
She said hatefully, "That bitch Lin Shu caused my brother's tragic death and made my mother die of depression after seeing her younger brother die. She deserves to die!"
Mo Jinchuan asked her, "The person you hate is Madam Shu, why did you poison my eldest brother?"
When the brothers returned to the East Palace, the plate of sweet cakes was already on the table.
Concubine Liang neither played the piano nor painted on weekdays. Her only hobby was making pastries. Over the years, all kinds of pastries made by her often appeared in the palaces, big and small.
In addition, she has a gentle personality and has not been competitive since she gave birth to Mo Wenjing. She is extremely loving to these princes who are not her own children.
So, no one was on guard against her at all.
Mo Jinchuan had tasted her cooking many times, and he could tell at a glance that the sweet cake that took the Seventh Prince's life was made by Concubine Liang.
Even the taste in your mouth is exactly the same.
The sweet cake was sent to the Eastern Palace, and it was obvious whose life she wanted.
Concubine Liang wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, opened a box of rouge, and carefully put on makeup in front of the bronze mirror.
Just when Mo Jinchuan thought she wouldn't answer his question, he suddenly heard her ask, "Jinchuan, do you know what is the most desperate thing for a mother?"
If he were an ordinary family, he would be innocent and naughty at his age, and it would be difficult for him to give Concubine Liang the answer she wanted.
But Mo Jinchuan was a member of the royal family and was raised by Emperor Xuande. He had seen all kinds of malice since he was a child.
He had even witnessed with his own eyes the concubines who failed to save their children amidst the intrigue and went mad in grief and anger.
He suddenly understood why Concubine Liang did that.
She wanted Concubine Shu to experience the pain of losing her son and live in regret for the rest of her life.
Just when Mo Jinchuan wanted to tell her that the person she killed was the seventh prince, whom she once regarded as her sworn sister, Concubine Liang suddenly spoke.
She asked in a hateful tone, "You're inseparable from that bitch's son every day. He always eats delicious food without you. Why aren't you dead?"
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