Time Travel and Love

Chapter 567 No lines throughout

Finally, Chongsan sighed and was about to step forward to deal with the two, but Chu Qingmeng waved his hand to stop him, "Forget it, let's get down to business first."

The Qilin Guards drew their swords and surrounded the entire Hall of Supreme Harmony, tying up anyone who resisted. Chu Qingmeng then dismounted and slowly walked into the hall.

The royalist generals were secretly preparing to take action.

Chu Qingmeng entered the hall and sat directly on the Dragon Ascension Platform. He said with a grin, "Let me play a game with you guys. 'I choose whoever the little rooster points to.' The person you choose will perform a death-on-the-spot demonstration for me. How about that?"

When Mo Liujin finally saw the right moment and was about to attack, a signal flare sounded outside, and then Mo Yunting's voice came, "Chu'er, stop messing around."

The ministers' eyes widened instantly. What did this mean? What was going on?

However, Mo Yunting still did not look up, but continued to look at the pile of evidence and check them one by one.

"It's boring." Chu Qingmeng snorted in dissatisfaction.

It was obvious that the emperor knew this young man, so there was no problem, and everyone felt relieved.

Only then did Mo Liujin faintly smell a familiar fragrance. He glanced around and saw that only the young man, who was similar in stature to Qing Meng, was there, and he called him "Chu'er".

But Qingmeng's body... and this voice...

Mo Liujin frowned slightly and looked at the young man, as if he wanted to see through him through the mask.

Soon, many people were brought in from outside the hall, including the Twelve Mo Liuxie.

Chu Qingmeng became interested and stood up to look at the people who were forced to kneel on the ground, curiously trying to find out which one was twelve.

Ling Xian walked in from outside the hall and bowed slightly to Mo Yunting, "You have lived up to my expectations."

"Thank you for your hard work, Xingjian." Mo Yunting finally stopped what he was doing, stood up, walked in front of him and patted him on the shoulder.

The most shocked were the Ling family members at the Zhenguogong Mansion. Ling Feng's eyes widened. Chu Qingmeng couldn't help but turn around and chuckle. The old Zhenguogong, at his age, suddenly looked much more lovable.

Outside the palace, people were being brought up one after another. Chongsan came in to report, "Master, Young Master, those who tipped off the palace and attempted to escape have all been apprehended. All the palaces are now guarded by the Qilin Guard."

"Yes. Tell someone to bring Concubine Fang up." Mo Yunting sneered at Twelve and turned back to the dragon throne. "No need. Bring a chair for Xingjian."

Ling Xian sat next to the Longsheng platform.

Listening to Mo Yunting's sentencing of Twelve and a group of rebels, Chu Qingmeng was bored and dazed, hugging his bright silver spear.

It was the repeated words "Master, Young Master" just now that made all the princes present understand that they had gained another brother.

Finally, Mo Yunting had punished all the rebels, and Chu Qingmeng felt his butt was sore from sitting.

Twelve had no emotion about the confiscation of property and extermination of the family. He just looked at Mo Yunting and asked a question before being taken away.

"Since I've lost, I accept it. It's just a death. But there's one thing I don't understand. You could have just slowly killed me. Why did you resort to such a risky tactic, using a strategy that hurts the enemy by a thousand and yourself by eight hundred? This isn't your character."

Mo Yunting smiled faintly and waved to Chu Qingmeng, "Chu'er, come here."

Chu Qingmeng walked to his side and handed the gun in his hand to Jun Chuan, who had changed his appearance.

Mo Yunting pulled her to his side, reached out and took off her mask, revealing the face of a young Mo Yunting.

"Of course I don't want to wait any longer. How can I feel at ease if I have to keep my prince outside the palace, avoiding the sight of people like you?"

The word "Crown Prince" was so loud that one could hear a pin drop in the entire hall.

After a moment, Twelve burst into laughter. "Hahaha, Mo Liuyun, after all, you are the least valued one, just like me. This palace is a hell that eats people! Father and son of the Tian family, you still want to play the game of fatherly love and filial piety? Are you paving the way for him? Hahaha, don't blame me for not reminding you, sooner or later, you will die in his hands! Haha..."

"So what?" Mo Yunting's voice was chilling. He touched Chu Qingmeng's head, but his eyes were particularly gentle. "I will remove all the stings and let Chu'er sit firmly on the throne. Even if he is recorded in history books as an eternal villain, I will accept it. As long as my Chu'er is not, that's enough."

Mo Liuxi's laughter stopped abruptly, and he stared at Mo Yunting. Soon after realizing that he was serious, his expression went from disbelief to surprise and shock, and then to loss and sadness. Finally, hatred emerged from his eyes, and he burst into tears.

The shadow guard dragged the man away and locked him up in the sky prison to await execution.

"Seventh Uncle, my dear ministers, I have invited you all here today not only to discuss the affairs of these treacherous ministers, but also to establish the Crown Prince.

This is my son, Zichu. It's been fifteen years. I've been hiding him for fifteen years. Now, the clouds have finally cleared and the moon is shining. I believe my uncle can understand me."

Mo Chenfeng remained silent for a long while before speaking seriously, "Your Majesty, I feel this matter is inappropriate. The young prince has not yet been included in the Jade Spy family tree, so he cannot be considered your heir. Furthermore, the other princes have been educated in the palace and are more familiar with the affairs of the previous dynasty. The young prince is still young, so it is better to wait and see."