There was a breeze, as if the wind blew in from the back window and picked up a stray strand of his hair.
Mo Chuan lazily put down the memorial in his hand and made a listening gesture, "How?!"
"General Shen has been at home since he returned to Beijing last night. He has not gone anywhere. There is no special movement in Dali Post House!" In the shadow behind the bookshelf, the low voice was full of respect.
"Keep watching!" Mo Chuan nodded lightly, "Also, find someone to check on the father and son in Muxue Palace. I want to know who they are?!"
"Yes!" The figure behind the bookshelf agreed softly. The leaves on the giant mulberry tree outside the back window swayed twice and calmed down again.
Mo Chuan picked up the memorial again, and when he saw the words "I implore you to establish the throne", he felt irritated for no reason. The scene in the Taiyuan Hospital flashed before his eyes again, and he couldn't help but think of Tianci's face and him. There was a bit of arrogance in the clear voice. Thinking about how much older his son was than others, but how far behind he was in terms of wit and thinking, he felt unwilling and angry. He slammed the memorial in his hand on the table. On the way up, Mo Chuan called out in a loud voice, "Here comes someone!"
After he finished speaking, Li Wen, the personal eunuch standing outside the door, immediately walked in with his waist bent and asked, "What are your orders from the emperor?!"
Mo Chuan lazily looked at the sky outside the window, "I'm sending an order to the imperial kitchen to hold a banquet in Duxue Palace. I'm going to calm down my ninth brother!"
Li Wen agreed to leave, but he suddenly added, "Let's go to the academy again. It's very hot today, so I asked the master to give some princes a half-day off to rest!"
He picked up the cinnabar pen and casually scratched out the word "No" on the memorial. Mo Chuan's eyes lingered on the big red word for a moment, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.
Even if he is not as smart as the other party, it doesn't matter. No matter what, Mo Ziqian is his child and the prince.
Even though he beat, scolded and killed others, others couldn't move even half a bit. Today, he was so angry with a brat for nothing. He would always give him a chance to make amends.
This can be regarded as an opportunity to test Mo Ziqian. If he cannot seize this opportunity, he will really not be qualified to be the prince, let alone inherit his world!
Looking sideways at the bright sun outside the window, a smile appeared on Mo Chuan's solemn face.
I'm afraid this afternoon will be very interesting?!