Chapter 1115: A Life for a Life?

to recognize your true identity!” Dong'er bowed solemnly, his expression grave and sincere."Mo Yunjing narrowed his eyes slightly, "How did you tell that I was the King of Beijang Everyone says the Ki...“...”

Lei Hong, who was standing beside them, almost rolled her eyes at Mo Junyi's words.

He didn't even realize that the crown prince's skill at spinning tall tales was so masterful.

If he hadn't been by the crown prince's side all this time, witnessing Mo Yunchen's ruthlessness with his own eyes, he probably would have believed Mo Junyi's words.

How could Mo Yunchen possibly not want the prince's life Every time he saw Mo Yunchen, he could see the intense killing intent in his eyes.

He was also confused, whether the prince was his son or his only son, he really couldn't understand. What kind of evil had gotten into Mo Yunchen that he wanted the prince's life day and night

But he knew, of course, and naturally wouldn't expose Mo Junyi at this moment.

Zhao Yuer really believed Mo Junyi's words, but she also felt sorry for him. "Although he won't take your life, it's not right for him to torture you like this, Yi Gege. Why don't you leave with us The Princess of Beijang treats you as her son, she will cherish you and definitely won't let you suffer such grievances."

Mo Junyi naturally knew that his mother doted on him. Let alone something like today, even if he just bumped or scratched himself, his mother would feel very distressed.

Mentioning the only mother who had ever been kind to him, Mo Junyi's drooping eyes flashed a trace of reluctance. He didn't know if he would have another chance in this lifetime to see that gentle woman again.

He really missed his mother and Uncle Five, but the fact that his biological father had betrayed them so deeply made him ashamed to face them. Honestly, he couldn't bear to see them again. If he couldn't do something for Uncle Five and his mother, he would feel guilty for their love and care towards him.

The more he thought this way, the more determined he became not to leave. He had to stay and figure out who that strange man was. And as long as he was alive, he could find a way to stop his father king's plan.

Thinking of this, Mo Junyi's eyes became even more resolute. He looked at Zhao Yuer, "We won't leave, don't say any more. However, Xiao Ba, I do need your help with something."

When Zhao Yu'er heard this, she immediately became interested and said, "What can I help you with"

"Lei Hong, go fetch the letter."

"Yes."

That letter was written by Mo Junyi over the past two days, avoiding all eyes and ears. The letter was originally intended for the King and Queen of Beijiang, but these past few days, Mo Yunchen and Liu Cheng have been keeping a close eye on them. They couldn't even sneak the letter out, let alone get a chance to see anyone.

Zhao Yu'er just arrived, it seems that whether this letter can be sent out depends on her and her imperial brother.

Lei Hong gave the letter to Zhao Yu'er, and Mo Jun Yi then asked Zhao Yu'er to lean her ear in.

He told Zhao Yuer two places where she could get in touch with Mo Yunjing and An Xuetang, asking her to find a way to send the letter there.

Zhao Yu'er stared at the letter in her hand, hesitated for a moment then patted her chest and assured, "No problem, I'll take care of this."

She not only had to send this letter out, but she also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to write a letter to the Princess of Beijang, telling her that Mo Jun Yi was being bullied by his scumbag father, Mo Yun Chen.

……

"Ah-She"

At this moment, An Xuetang in Beijing sneezed for no apparent reason. Ning'er beside her instantly became nervous, "Your Highness, did you catch a cold Would you like another layer of clothing"

An Xuetang waved her hand. "No need, have there been any news from Beijang these past two days"

"Your Majesty, not yet."

"...“

An Xuetang frowned, she couldn't help but feel worried about Mo Junyi being alone in Beijiang.

Seeing An Xue Tang was a little absent-minded and her expression looked slightly heavy, Shou'er and Kang'er exchanged glances, then walked forward together and said in unison, "Your Highness, let us slaves give the Valley Master a massage."

An Xuetang came back to her senses and shook her head. "No need, I can do it myself."

The day before yesterday, she was feeling a bit tired herself, so she asked Kang'er and Shou'er to give Feng Ming a massage. The massage couldn't stop, and she also required the people guarding Feng Ming to flip him over every half hour, whether day or night, to prevent bedsores.

And massage is very effective in promoting blood circulation throughout the body, so she insists on giving Fengming at least three massages a day, if she doesn't have the time and energy, Shou'er and Kang'er and the others will give her one. It's also her order.

Now she just hopes that Feng Ming will wake up soon. She has read so many medical books, but she can't figure out what is wrong with Feng Ming at all.

He took his pulse, checked his body, his vitals were all fine, yet he just couldn't wake up.

Since science couldn't explain his symptoms, today An Xuetang did something superstitious.

That is to have the abbot of Jinchuan Temple come and take a look. An Xuetang only heard about this abbot being able to see some cause and effect reincarnation these days.

If she were a modern-day An Xuetang, she wouldn't even listen to such superstition. But ever since she transmigrated here, there are some things she just can't help but believe in.

Let's see, the abbot is coming soon.

Sure enough, just after An Xuetang had finished massaging Feng Ming, Yun Si led the abbot to Jingtang Garden.

After An Xue Tang performed the courtesy, she invited him into Feng Ming's room.

The abbot, upon seeing the phoenix cry within the house, his pupils constricted, clearly shocked.

But An Xuetang and the others were standing behind him and didn't notice the change in his expression.

The Abbot had previously crossed paths with An Xuetang. He walked up to Fengming's bedside and, after taking a close look, turned to An Xuetang with a grave expression, "Please don't blame the Princess Consort, Your Highness. This person... even an old monk like myself is powerless to help."

"!"

An Xuetang tightened her hands, and the moment the abbot turned around, she clearly saw the complex emotions in his eyes. Therefore, her brows furrowed at this moment, "Abbot, is there anything you're not comfortable telling me"

The abbot hesitated for a moment, he took a long look at An Xuetang. As the spirit maiden of the Western Regions, she deserved to know the truth. He couldn't hide it from her because of the faint Western Regions bloodline in his veins.

After a moment of silence, the abbot sighed and said, “This man defied heaven and changed his fate. He shouldn’t have lived in this world. Furthermore, his lifespan in this life had already ended, but today he is still breathing and has a heartbeat. As for why this is so, it's beyond my comprehension as a simple monk. I apologize to the princess for my lack of insight.”

“……”

When An Xuetang heard the words 'yang numbers are exhausted,' she staggered back, almost losing her balance.

Luckily, Ning'er by her side quickly helped her up. Ning'er frowned, "Your Highness, are you alright"

An Xuetang shook her head. She glanced at Fengming on the bed, "Abbot, do you have any way to save him No matter what method, I'm willing to try, even...even if it means giving my own life force to him."

Ning'er and the other two exclaimed in unison, "Your Highness, absolutely not!"

As soon as Mo Yunjing reached the door, he heard her words and his face instantly darkened. moment, in a courtyard somewhere in the capital city, a man in black knelt on the ground. He had just said something when the person standing before him suddenly raised his foot and kicked him hard,...