"Master Mo, can you please have a word with me?" the emperor asked pleadingly.
Mo Ran thought about it and nodded.
He followed the emperor into the house.
Shen Mingyue was a little anxious, but she still tactfully held Su Qiqi in her arms and let them bask in the sun in the yard. She suppressed her curiosity and impulse and did not follow them in.
In the room, the emperor poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Mo Ran with both hands.
"Qiqi is very important to us. If Master Mo can help her escape the misfortune brought by the spell, we will definitely remember your kindness. Whatever reward you desire, just let us know."
Hearing this, Mo Ran sneered, "My family, the dignified Mo family, won't be reduced to asking others for things."
"No, no, no, we are expressing our gratitude to you. Please don't misunderstand..."
The emperor kept a very low profile, completely devoid of the arrogance of a supreme ruler.
He was afraid that he would accidentally anger the unpredictable Mo family leader and thus implicate Su Qiqi...
Mo Ran was surprised and couldn't help saying, "I didn't expect the emperor to care so much about that little girl."
Are you concerned?
Of course.
At first, he only felt that Su Qiqi's life experience was pitiful, and he kept Su Qiqi in the palace to appease the people. He wanted to let everyone know that he was a wise ruler who treated loyal ministers well.
Later, he discovered that he could hear Su Qiqi's inner voice. He hoped to use Su Qiqi to change his fate, to prevent the fall of the royal family and to make Tianqi a stable and prosperous country.
Gradually, he felt that Su Qiqi was really cute and kind, and he really treated Su Qiqi as his own daughter.
So, he wanted to protect her and keep her safe and sound.
"Since I have already promised Yun Chi, I will never go back on my word. Your Majesty, don't worry. I will take care of the little kid's affairs."
Seeing that the emperor didn't speak for a long time, Mo Ran expressed his own opinion.
He picked up the tea beside him and took a sip.
The next moment, he frowned slightly and put down the teacup.
Hmm, not tasty.
The flower tea prepared by Yan Xi is still the best, and Yan Xi has good taste.
I don’t know where she went again, it’s so annoying.
"Thank you, Master Mo."
When the emperor heard Mo Ran say that he was willing to help, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly thinking of something, he said, "Elder Tianji said that to break the spell, one must use heart blood as a guide. Master Mo, please give it a try and see if my heart blood can work."
Mo Ran's eyes darkened slightly. "I remember you all always believed that the emperor was the true dragon, and that any damage to his dragon body was a taboo. If anything happened to you, wouldn't all those people in the imperial court and harem tear my tendons and skin me alive?"
He spoke in a half-joking tone, pretending to be relaxed, but his deep eyes were staring straight at the emperor.
Previously, I only knew that the emperor doted on Princess Chaoyang, but I didn't expect that she was willing to sacrifice her heart and blood.
It seems that the rumors are true.
The emperor's vision was indeed good; Su Qiqi was no ordinary person. Her fate was truly extraordinary.
"This matter only needs to be known by heaven, earth, you, and me. Besides, I took the blood myself, so even if I die, it can't be your fault."
The emperor looked relaxed, as if taking blood from the heart was a very simple and common thing for him.
He had thought it through these days.
Su Qiqi no longer has any close relatives.
Looking around, the only ones who are willing to sacrifice their blood are probably him, Mingyue, Qingyuan, Hongxuan and the Queen Mother.
Those were his closest relatives, so he naturally couldn't let them take risks.
After much thought, he is the most suitable candidate.
Mo Ran reminded him, "You have to draw the heart blood at least 49 times. Forty-nine days in a row, can you do it?"
The emperor said firmly, "I can hold on. I just hope that Master Mo can help keep the matter of taking my heart's blood a secret."
"Father, Qiqi has already used the blood of my master and me!"
Lu Hongxuan dragged Mo Yunchi and ran in from outside the door.
"When will it happen? How dare you take my blood at such a young age? Are you trying to kill yourself?"
The emperor was surprised and worried, and he wanted to immediately tear off Lu Hongxuan's clothes to see the wound on his chest.
Lu Hongxuan patted his chest proudly. "Oh, it's just a needle prick to draw a little blood, not a knife to cut open my heart. I'm not afraid at all, it doesn't hurt at all! Father, you're worrying too much!"
The emperor scolded him, "Why didn't you discuss this important matter with us?"
Lu Hongxuan smiled and said, "Qiqi couldn't sleep well the other night, so Master and I tried it. I didn't expect it to be quite effective. By the way, don't tell Mother about this, or she'll be worried again!"
The emperor felt warm in his heart.
I really didn't expect that Hongxuan would be so sensible.
"We adults are talking about something, what are you kids doing barging in here?"
Mo Ran raised his eyes and looked at Mo Yunchi with a little dissatisfaction.
Mo Yunchi curled his lips: "Of course I'm afraid that you will embarrass my uncle!"
Mo Ran snorted coldly: "You're turning your elbow outward."
Mo Yunchi didn't bother chatting with him and changed the subject directly: "Earlier, I used my heart's blood to draw a calming talisman between Qiqi's eyebrows. She did feel better and slept soundly. But I don't know what else to do."
Mo Ran said sarcastically, "You can't even hold a knife steady, yet you dare to take your own heart blood and let others use it. What can I say about you?"
Mo Yunchi said seriously: "My mother said that only when you give can you gain. A stingy man will never have a wife."
“…”
Mo Ran was helpless and sighed: "Your mother is right."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out.
"Where are we going?" Mo Yunchi asked.
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