Chapter 917 She has been playing this game for many years
Princess Huayang ordered with a sullen face, "Take him away and have him guarded well."
She forgot where her eyes were and continued, "Don't let him die before His Majesty recovers."
Mo Wenjing chuckled, "Don't worry, auntie, you're alive and well. How could your nephew be so upset?"
He pushed away Yun Que who was approaching him and said coldly, "This king has legs and can walk on his own."
Before leaving, he glanced at Mo Jinchuan and said meaningfully, "Old Fifth, our aunt is not someone who is easy to get along with.
If you try to get the skin of a tiger, you will eventually fall into its mouth."
Mo Wenjing suddenly burst into laughter and stumbled out while laughing.
When he reached the door, he suddenly shouted "Hens crowing at dawn", then spat out a mouthful of blood and fell forward.
Princess Huayang didn't even bother to look at him, and said coldly, "You were stupid when you were little, and you haven't made any progress at all now.
Just like her biological mother, she is a piece of crap that can’t be plastered on the wall.”
When she thought about how she had placed high hopes on Concubine Liang, and how she thought that with her looks and family background she would definitely be ranked first among the concubines, she became furious.
Is there any man in the world more noble than the emperor?
She paved a path for her that all women dream of, second only to one man and above everyone else.
But that idiot was just fine, his mind full of those unpresentable love affairs. Even if he was pregnant with a boy, all he thought about every day was that one day he could leave the palace and live with his beloved.
The palace where she lived was filled with objects of her love, and she really thought everyone in the palace was a fool!
That kind of trash really doesn't deserve to die.
Mo Jinchuan handed her a cup of tea and advised, "Aunt, calm down. The fourth child doesn't know the true story of what happened back then, so it's normal for him to feel resentful."
Princess Huayang looked up at him and sneered, "I never knew that someone who used to be so vindictive could become so magnanimous.
Are you going to lecture me and ask me to let him go for the sake of our relationship as aunt and nephew?"
Mo Jinchuan: "What the fourth brother has done outside in the past few years is unforgivable."
Hearing this, Princess Huayang's expression finally softened a bit. "I thought you had really become a fool."
She took a sip from the teacup and sighed, "After trying so many, I think the tea here is the best for me."
Mo Jinchuan said, "If Aunt likes it, please ask Eunuch De to pack some and take them with you when you leave the palace."
Princess Huayang raised her eyebrows and said, "I do have this idea, but I'm afraid my royal brother won't be willing to give it up."
Mo Jinchuan curled the corners of his lips, "Father has always loved my aunt. If you ask, he will always agree."
Amused by his words, Princess Huayang said meaningfully, "Then I'll borrow your auspicious words."
Mo Jinchuan picked up the teacup beside him, raised it and said, "Then I will use tea instead of wine to wish my aunt all her wishes come true."
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Listening to Song Yanxi's words, Mo Jinchuan's eyes turned even colder, "It seems that my aunt is not the only one who wants my father's life now."
Thinking about what he saw in Emperor Xuande's bedroom today, Song Yanxi whispered, "From the emperor's attitude today, I think he knows something, but he is unable to express it."
Mo Jinchuan: "If my father had been able to sit on the throne safely, my aunt wouldn't have wanted me to come back so soon."
Although she knew that Princess Huayang had great ambitions, Song Yanxi couldn't help but feel complicated when she heard these words.
She never thought that a woman could not be an emperor.
Especially someone like the eldest princess, who is intelligent, courageous, and even cares about the common people.
There has long been a rumor among the people that she helped conquer half of Da'an.
Even Emperor Xuande once openly lamented in front of others that if Princess Huayang was not a girl, she would be more suitable for the throne than him.
Although the ministers in the court said nice things, behind her back, more than one of them criticized her for being a woman but showing up in public instead of staying at home to take care of her husband and children.
Some people even spread rumors that the reason why Princess Huayang's husband had been separated from her for many years was that he couldn't stand the fact that she didn't look like a woman at all.
Song Yanxi really wanted to ask, what exactly does the woman they are talking about look like?
But rather than the answer to this question, she had another thing she wanted to ask Mo Jinchuan.
There was no one else in the room, so she simply asked, "Why would the prince rather support a child than give Princess Huayang a chance?"
She said frankly, "Princess Huayang is both civil and military, and she previously followed His Majesty around lobbying various parties. When it comes to strategy, she's no less capable than those so-called military advisors.
Even His Majesty once said that if the Princess were not a woman, she would surely be a wise ruler."
Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened, "Auntie is indeed talented and can become a world-beating overlord.
But what the people of Da'an need is peace and prosperity, not endless war."
Song Yanxi frowned, "Has the prince ever asked the princess?"
She had indeed never heard of Princess Huayang's warmongering nature.
But the prince is right. The people of Da'an have finally lived a few years of peace and stability, and we really cannot start a war again.
Even though the Liang State had just suffered a defeat and morale was low, the quality of their soldiers and horses should not be underestimated.
If Da'an declared war on Liang at this time, even if it could gain some advantage, it would not be without cost.
As a superior, perhaps it is just a matter of talking.
But for the flesh-and-blood soldiers in the border town, every charge was like hanging their heads on their belts.
People who were sitting together, laughing and joking the night before might be scattered everywhere the next day.
Which one of them is not a good son born by his father and raised by his mother?
Song Yanxi had only stayed in the border town for a few months and had never seen the real battlefield with corpses everywhere, but she had such feelings.
Not to mention, Mo Jinchuan had stayed in the border town for ten years.
He lived and ate with those soldiers, so they had a special relationship. He must have been more reluctant than she was to see another war between the two countries.
Thinking of this, Song Yanxi sighed softly, "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I took it for granted and didn't think carefully about what was going on."
She only saw Princess Huayang's talent, but did not see the sharp knife in her hand.
If this knife were to be released into the world, who knows how many lives would be lost.
Mo Jinchuan smiled helplessly, took her hand and said, "How can I blame you for this? I have been dealing with my aunt for so many years, and I have never noticed that she has such ambitions before.
She must have been playing this game for many years."
Thinking of the Bai family's affairs in Qingwa Town, Song Yanxi couldn't help but feel secretly frightened. "If General Xu was forced by Princess Huayang, then the incident of him rushing a hundred miles to kill the field mouse three years ago..."
She didn't even dare to continue talking.
If this is true, then Princess Huayang is not just ambitious, but will do anything to achieve her goals.
Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened suddenly. "There aren't many people in the capital who can frighten General Xu so much that he wouldn't dare mention a single word about his identity even after his death."
Song Yanxi blurted out, "Uncle Xu is an upright man. He has been in the army for so many years, and I have never heard of him forming cliques or factions.
What weaknesses does he have that allow him to be manipulated like this?"
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