So after his death, the throne must belong to Mo Minghui.
At that time, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty had a concubine named Yu Zhaorong who was pregnant and had almost given birth. He knew that if he died, his child would not survive. At that time, Fu Wanlu, who was eight months pregnant, happened to fall.
After a fall, a stillborn child was born early, so the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty came up with the idea of changing a civet cat for a prince, and exchanged Yu Zhaorong's newly born child with Fu Wanlu's child.
It turned out that Yu Zhaorong had a stillbirth due to a difficult birth, and Fu Wanlu, who was just a princess, gave birth to a baby boy. This baby boy ranked fifth and was named Mo Haoyan by the emperor himself.
He always thought that he was Fu Wanlu's son. It wasn't until his nanny leaked the truth when he was five years old that he knew about his life experience. It was also at that time that he realized that in order to protect his safety, his father had placed many trustworthy people around him.
man of.
He learned his medical skills from a nanny next to him, so saving siblings Ye Luo and Ye Junmo that year was not a coincidence at all. Instead, he overheard Mo Minghui's words and knew that he had another one.
His half-brother came out of the palace to rescue her.
When Mo Yichen was not paying attention, Mo Haoyan broke away from the two men in black and jumped towards the cliff. Since the matter failed, he, Mo Haoyan, would never live in this world...
"Yan'er, don't..."
Mo Haoyan paused for a moment, stood on the edge of the cliff, turned around with difficulty, and opened his eyes in disbelief.
"Yan'er..." Master Jingyu took a step forward and then stepped back. Her body was trembling and she did not dare to take another step forward.
Yan'er, her child who had been taken away from him when he was born, stood in front of him for the first time in more than 20 years. She did not expect to be in this situation.
Master Jingyu looked at the man standing on the edge of the cliff carefully. When he was young, she would receive a painting from the late emperor every year. Until the late emperor passed away, she never had one again.
I have received paintings from him.
Every night in the dead of night, she would take out those pictures and imagine what he would look like when he grew up. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years had passed. He had grown up and was taller than herself. You could see it in his eyebrows.
The shadow of his father.
She thought that she would never have the chance to see this undestined child of hers, but God gave her this opportunity. How could she just watch him leave her again.
"Who are you?" Mo Haoyan asked nervously.
"Yan'er, my son..." After Master Jingyu finished speaking, she could no longer bear the emotions that she had been hiding for more than twenty years and burst into tears.
"You are... my... mother-in-law..." Mo Haoyan moved towards Master Jingyu step by step from the edge of the cliff. The hand that held the sword trembled and hugged Master Jingyu, with a drop of tears.
Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes, and he cried out in pain, "Mother."
Although he had never seen his mother-in-law, when he heard the familiar voice of Yan'er, he recognized her identity for some reason.
In many dreams, he dreamed that his mother-in-law was sitting by the bed to coax him to sleep, patting his back gently and calling Yan'er softly.
After he learned about his life experience, he asked his nanny about his mother-in-law, but she told him that his mother-in-law died in childbirth when giving birth to him. He also always thought that his mother-in-law had passed away, even every day.
Every year he would go to the mausoleum to quietly pay homage to his biological mother, who was posthumously named Concubine Yu after her death.
But why, even though the mother-in-law is alive, she can be cruel and never visit him once. Does she know how much she misses her...
Was God taking pity on him? When he lost everything, he sent his biological mother to him.
I don't know when, the sky where the sun was still shining suddenly started to drizzle. The mother and son hugged each other tightly, and the longing for them for more than twenty years melted into the warm embrace.
All the people in black outside Yanxia Nunnery had been taken away by Ji Ting, leaving only the four of them. Mo Yichen stood beside Ye Luo holding an umbrella for her, and the couple stood quietly not far away.
She didn't say anything, and couldn't bear to break this touching scene.
Mo Yichen had too many questions in his heart. Mo Haoyan was not the queen's child. But if he was not the queen's child, Fu Wanlu would have gotten rid of him just like she did to herself. How could she still keep him by her side and let him become a child now?
Threats from his own youngest son.
Unless Fu Wanlu doesn't know that Mo Haoyan is not her child, then if that's the case, can he be more bold and guess that Mo Haoyan is not Mo Minghui's son at all.
If this is the case, then Mo Haoyan is the son of the Ming Dynasty Emperor and Jun Mo's biological half-brother. If this is the case, then many of Mo Haoyan's behaviors can be explained.
Ye Luo frowned slightly, this big boss turned out to be the biological brother of his gentle brother Ye Junmo. The nine sons of a dragon are really different, and the difference is too big.
Just when Ye Luo and Mo Yichen were making their own guesses, Mo Haoyan suddenly let go of Master Jingyu, took a few steps back, and knelt on the bluestone on the ground with a thud: "Mother, concubine, baby
I'm sorry, father, for failing to live up to your expectations. Please forgive the child for being unfilial and that he will no longer be able to fulfill his filial piety around his mother and concubine."
After saying that, Mo Haoyan kowtowed three times, quickly picked up a knife from the ground and wiped it on his neck.
Master Jingyu was so scared that he was scared out of his wits. When Ye Luo saw it, he hurriedly waved the white silk in his sleeve and swept away the knife in his hand. Mo Haoyan stared blankly as his knife fell to the ground with a bang, and he crawled
Get up and get ready to pick it up again.
"Snapped……"
Mo Haoyan, who had just gotten up, was stunned again. Upon seeing this, Master Jingyu slapped him in the face again. Seeing the two slap marks on his son's face that instantly turned red, Master Jingyu covered his face.
He cried out in pain.
"You are unfilial. Have you ever thought about what will happen to your mother if you die? For more than 20 years, I have been thinking day and night whether my son has grown taller, what he has learned today, and whether he has eaten anything.
Every time the weather gets cooler, I worry about whether he knows how to put on more clothes to prevent him from catching a cold.
Yan'er, are you complaining about your mother's cruelty in your heart, for not visiting you even though you are living a good life in the world? But do you know that your mother secretly went down the mountain several times, walking on the bustling streets of the capital, looking at you from a distance?
However, he never dared to approach Prince Ling's Mansion.
I can't go. If someone finds out, I will kill you. You are the hope of me and your father. Your father has spent so much effort to save your life. I can't be so selfish because
My own love kills you, as long as I know that you are living well..."