King Mo Ting looked pale and frightened, shaking his head desperately, "It wasn't me, it really wasn't me."
It was so scary that all this happened quietly and quietly under his nose. The fear in his heart was even worse than that of ordinary people, just because he discovered that Prince Mo Ting's Mansion was no longer under his control.
Liu Jiyuan asked angrily, "You arranged all this tonight, who else could do it secretly?"
This man is the king of Mo Ting, and he actually wants to shirk responsibility. Is it wrong?
King Mo Ting kept complaining, "It's really not me, and I don't know who did it."
If he were to find out who it was, he would have to be cut into eighteen pieces to vent his hatred.
Mo Xuyao, who also fell on the chair, suddenly got up quickly, without any stiffness and with great flexibility.
He looked around and announced coldly, "I did it."
King Mo Ting's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at his beloved son in disbelief, "What? Why do you do this, you rebellious son? Do you want to rebel? Stop now and give us the antidote."
A trace of guilt flashed across Mo Xuyao's eyes, "Father, don't worry, I won't attack you, I just want you to sit on the wall and watch."
King Mo Ting felt a little calmer, but he still asked angrily, "What on earth do you want to do?"
"What do you want to do?" Mo Xuyao murmured absently, and suddenly pointed his finger at Qing Cang, his voice filled with murderous intent, "Of course I want to kill him."
"Are you crazy?" King Mo Ting was worried. Is his son mad? "As soon as King Nanping dies, his hundreds of thousands of troops will come in. We have no defense at all and will be completely defeated."
Since ancient times, it is true that women have mistaken people for a woman, and they have turned their anger into beauty, and they have done such a heinous thing. It is really crazy.
Mo Xuyao suddenly showed a cold smile on his lips, "Father, I have secretly dispatched Fengcheng's army to the border. By this time, it is estimated that they have arrived at Ri's place. The battle with Nanping will have to be fought. It's just a matter of time.
If the King of Nanping is removed at this time, Nanping will be leaderless and will be in chaos and vulnerable."
King Mo Ting knew this truth, but he didn't expect his son to be so decisive this time. Everything was arranged. He felt all kinds of feelings in his heart. He was proud of being a father, but also a little anxious. "You...at least..."
You need to discuss it with me."
Mo Xuyao explained, "I was afraid that my father would be soft-hearted, so I made my own decisions. Please forgive me."
King Mo Ting's mind was racing and he quickly calculated all the gains and losses.
After finishing the calculation, he showed the same cold smile, "The matter is now over, I can't control you no matter what you want to do."