1523 You Lost
Such a sinister feeling!
So horrifying!
The depths of this man's eyes were unbelievably penetrating.
He was an old vassal king who had been in a position of power for a long time. He was also considered His Highness the Crown Prince's elder, yet he feared to meet the latter's gaze.
On the other hand, the little stoic didn't have much of an expression.
The two had rushed here all the way from the northern district. When they passed by the Gate of Health, they had also seen Little Twelfth and the vassal prince embroiled in the heat of battle.
Yet the heartless couple merely cast an extra glance at Little Twelfth before flying away in response to his excitedly waving hand…
When the little stoic looked back, the expression on Little Twelfth's face was something she probably wouldn't forget within the year…
It was something akin to a small creature that had been abandoned by its master. Tears were about to stream down from his watery eyes on the spot!
Qiao Mu bobbed her petite head. "You usually must be very protective of your younger brother. Look at what you've made him into?"
"A wimp!"
Wasn't it just fighting against two thousand Red Turbans? He was actually crying from that! He truly was too wimpy, alright.
Mo Lian: …
What could he say?
That squirt Mo Yu was clearly not crying from fighting with the Red Turbans. It was more like he was crying from anger at his heartless brother and sister-in-law…
But Crown Prince Mo did not say anything, merely adhering to the principle that everything his wife said was correct and that he nodded to confirm his wife's opinion.
"My younger brother is truly too wimpy, but don't you worry. I will use this chance to have Royal Father issue an order that he go to the barracks for a year or so's worth of training. That kind of place can temper a person's character and temperament! In the future, my younger brother will definitely become someone who can assume great responsibility."
The young prince Mo Yu who was still battling the Red Turbans suddenly sneezed, and he rubbed his nose with a queer expression.
Strange!
Who? Who was talking about him behind his back?
Qiao Mu looked at Crown Prince Mo and nodded. "That's good. Speaking of which, our Xiao Sen has also grown up. How about having him be buddies with Mo Yu? And go temper themselves at the barracks for some time? Then he won't be senseless and unreasonable in the future."
Sen'er… Brother-in-Law can't help you!
Your sis wants to sell you out. Brother-in-Law can only… go along with your sister's wishes!
Our dear Qiao Sen, who was currently reading a book in school, felt an unfathomable chill. He gave a shudder before heaving a sigh.
Mhm, it was his imagination!
Seeing that the young couple in front of him were exchanging amorous glances and absorbed in their conversation, the Vassal King of An'nan couldn't help but flare up.
The Vassal King of An'nan was about to raise his arm when he heard Crown Prince Mo saying nonchalantly, "Vassal King of An'nan, you have amassed a private army, misappropriated money from the state treasury, and even secretly dispatched your private army to rob from villages. Do you admit to these things?"
"Does it matter whether or not I admit to them?" The Vassal King of An'nan asked with a scoff.
"It indeed does not matter." Mo Lian nodded and then looked at his slightly raised arm. He said with a mocking smile, "Vassal King of An'nan, the moment this crown prince stepped through this door has signaled your defeat. Do you understand?"
The old king of the Mo Kingdom who was shielded in the defensive boundary immediately cried out in exuberant surprise, "My royal son, quick, quickly take down this unscrupulous and ungrateful person!"
"We treated him so well and had respected him as Our own brother this entire time. Yet he actually came to force my abdication while zombies were attacking the city! Simply preposterous!"
"My king, sit down." The queen dowager watched as her son jumped up and down, without the dignity of a king at all.
The old queen dowager glared at him furiously.
At this, the king wilted and sat down.
Meanwhile, the Vassal King of An'nan sneered. "His Highness the Crown Prince may be too overconfident."
