Ye Li lowered her eyes, covered the smile in her eyes. She stood up and said to Lei Zhenting a little anxiously: "King Zhennan, I'm really sorry. I'm sorry for this concubine first." Lei Zhenting smiled and said, "Princess is polite, why don't I go with the princess to go over and take a look?" Ye Li hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the worry about her son, and nodded and said, "Please, King Zhennan."

"Please, please."

Ye Li was not polite to him, and hurried out to the hall first.

Not far from the gate of the mansion, Mo Jingli's ceremonial guards and the guards of the Ding Prince's Mansion blocked the originally not-so-wide streets. In the middle of the crowd, Mo Jingli was wearing bright yellow imperial costumes and staring at Mo Xiaobao with anger. A bloody scar was bitten on his right hand in front of him. Obviously, the person at the bottom really had no intention of showing mercy.

Mo Xiaobao was held in Feng Zhiyao's arms and exposed it tightly, but just looking at the anger on the little face and the fierce expression of grinning at Mo Jingli, you will know that if Feng Zhiyao had not hugged him tightly, I was afraid that Mo Xiaobao would rush up again immediately.

"What's going on?" Ye Li walked in from behind the crowd and asked with a frown.

Seeing Ye Li arrive, Feng Zhiyao was obviously relieved. He was not afraid that the young prince would bite Mo Jingli, but was worried that Mo Jingli would hurt Mo Xiaobao in anger.

"Mom..." As soon as Feng Zhiyao let go of Mo Xiaobao, Mo Xiaobao threw himself into Ye Li's arms with grievance. He rubbed his little face in Ye Li's arms, and his big round eyes stared at Mo Jingli. His delicate little face was full of grievances, which was very different from the fierce look he was about to pounce on him and ask for someone.

Ye Li hugged him in her arms, patted him gently and said softly: "What's wrong with Xiaobao? Are you injured?"

Mo Xiaobao buried his little face in Ye Li's arms and shook his head. Ye Li then let go and touched his little head and said, "It's fine. Be careful. What if you get injured?"

"He is a bad guy! Xiaobao hates him!" Mo Xiaobao said aggrievedly, and the innocent and tender voice of the child was heard from afar. Everyone present couldn't help but glance at Mo Jingli. How bad is it that the little prince of the Ding Prince's Mansion hated him so much.

Mo Jingli's face suddenly turned dark, and he was almost bitten by this little devil. This little devil dared to complain first!

"Ye Li, this is how you teach your son? It's really unruly!" Mo Jingli stared at Ye Li and said coldly.

Ye Li's eyes were slightly sunken, and she stood up and looked at Mo Jingli without showing any weakness, and said calmly: "How I am a concubine teaches her son, there is no need to worry about Emperor Chu. If the Emperor Chu has that free time, it is better to teach her son well."

"Puchi--" Feng Zhiyao next to him couldn't help but burst out laughing. The princess definitely stepped on Mo Jingli's painful foot. Who else in the world doesn't know that King Li is in his thirties now, let alone his son, not even a daughter. It is even rumored among the people that King Li suffers from what incurable diseases. Of course, the confidant of the Ding Prince's Mansion knows more clearly. It is precisely because of the clarity that Feng Zhiyao almost wants to sympathize with Mo Jingli. The most painful thing in this world is not that it has never been, but that after having it, losing it and regaining it, he found that he was in vain.

Therefore, now I am afraid that a hundred swear words were not as angry as Princess Ding’s light words.

"Ye Li!" Mo Jingli roared sharply. Ye Li turned around, held Mo Xiaobao and faced Mo Jingli, and said in a deep voice: "I respect Emperor Chu as the king of a country, but if Emperor Chu does not have the slightest way of being a guest, I will send it to you not far away."

Mo Jingli laughed furiously, raised his hand and sneered, "I am kind enough to come to pay my condolences. As soon as I was closed, I was bitten by this kid. Is this how to treat guests in the Ding Palace?"

Mo Xiaobao stood beside Ye Li, raised his delicate chin and said crisply: "You are not here to mourn your father, you are here to make trouble! Those who come to mourn your father will not wear clothes like you!"

Everyone turned their eyes to Mo Jingli again. Even though Mo Jingli was an emperor, the status of the Ding Prince's Mansion was not inferior to that of Dachu. As a guest, he did not require mourning clothes, but at least he should change into a simpler clothes. Instead, he came in a swaying dragon robe like Mo Jingli. Standing aside, Lei Zhenting, wearing a black dark-patterned dress, suddenly felt that the Mo family members looked at him with a much friendly look. Mo Jingli's outfit did not seem to be here to pay his respects, but to show off his might.

Mo Jingli was speechless. He really didn't really want to mourn Mo Xiuyao. When Mo Xiuyao died, he wanted to laugh in his dreams. How could he still want to mourn him? It was just that he was exposed by a child in front of so many people, but he still couldn't get out of the way.

After a while, Mo Jingli snorted lightly and looked at Ye Li and said, "Princess Ding, I have come from afar, can you just want to block me here?" Ye Li glanced at him indifferently and said, "If Emperor Chu really came to mourn King Ding, I naturally would not dare to stop him."

Mo Jingli said proudly: "I naturally came for this."

Ye Li nodded calmly and said, "Since that's the case, please go to the front of the spirit and sing a stick of incense."

Mo Jingli didn't object, and nodded, "It just so happened that I wanted to see King Ding's body. After all,... it was a friendship that I had been having since childhood. I guess Princess Ding wouldn't object, right?"
Chapter completed!