Although Xin Ruyan's advice was very reasonable, Wu Yuan could only smile bitterly at this. That Zhang Tianshi was not someone he could guard against if he wanted to.
Wu Yuan led the guards of the East Palace to the palace garden where the old man Zhuri was.
There are also guards guarding here, just like when the East Palace was sealed off before.
Seeing Wu Yuan coming, these people immediately stopped him.
Wu Yuan snorted coldly, "Get out of here."
"Your Majesty has decreed that no one is allowed to enter. This is to protect Mr. Zhuri." A guard said neither humble nor overbearing.
Wu Yuan waved his hand, "Pull it down, it's a big fifty big board."
"What? Do you dare to disobey His Majesty's will?" The other guards immediately drew their swords.
But the guards behind Wu Yuan were not vegetarians either. Wu Yuan sneered and said, "Now, I, the Crown Prince, will act as the agent of the government. Mr. Zhuri is the Imperial Master. I have something to ask the Imperial Master. How dare you stop me? If not, who are you going to hit?"
Soon these guards were unlucky. Wu Yuan could mobilize so many people now that even the imperial guards had to listen to Wu Yuan's words.
These guards who adhered to the old decree became Wu Yuan's whetstone. This domineering behavior was to let everyone know who was in charge of Da Wu now.
After dealing with these guards, Wu Yuan entered the palace directly.
The environment in this palace made Wu Yuan frown. It couldn't be said to be bad, but very bad.
I'm afraid this place is no better than the Cold Palace. Emperor Wu was really ruthless in treating his own teacher.
By the way, where did the old man Zhuri offend him?
At this moment, Yan Miao heard the commotion and ran out. When she saw it was Wu Yuanhou, Yan Miao was surprised and happy, and her tears of grievance could no longer be suppressed.
"Prince, you are finally here, woo hoo!"
Wu Yuan hugged Yan Miao and was very angry when he looked at Yan Miao's thin face, "I have wronged you."
Yan Miao cried and shook her head, "I'm not wronged. It's just the young lady and grandpa who really suffered."
Now that autumn has entered, it is very cold at night, but the Ministry of Internal Affairs has not sent warm clothes at all, let alone food.
The old man Zhuri was still injured and his health was deteriorating. If Xin Ruyan hadn't sent him the elixir earlier, he might have been unable to hold on long ago.
According to Yan Miao's description, Mo Qiaoer was depressed every day and couldn't eat or drink. She was seriously ill a few days ago and has not recovered yet.
After hearing what Yan Miao said, Wu Yuan quickly asked Yan Miao to lead the way to see Mo Qiaoer.
There are no servants arranged to serve here. Yan Miao takes care of Old Man Zhuri and Mo Qiaoer alone.
Entering Mo Qiaoer's room, you can immediately feel a sense of dampness.
Living in such an environment is a torture in itself for Mo Qiaoer, who is well-dressed and well-fed.
"Miss, are you asleep? Look who's coming?"
After Mo Qiaoer heard Yan Miao's voice, she couldn't help but cough a few times, and then said wiltedly: "Who else could come? Who else could come besides grandpa?"
Mo Qiaoer did not get up when he spoke, but said: "Grandpa, you are injured, don't let me catch the cold, go back and rest quickly, Qiaoer is fine, Qiaoer is fine."
Listening to Mo Qiaoer's stubborn and sensible words, Wu Yuan felt really distressed.
Yan Miao was about to speak, but Wu Yuan made a silencing gesture, and then slowly walked towards Mo Qiaoer.
Mo Qiaoer covered herself with a quilt and urged again, "Grandpa, get out quickly. Qiaoer is really fine."
Wu Yuan raised his hand and patted the quilt, and then said softly: "Qiao'er is me, the prince's brother."
He could clearly feel Mo Qiaoer's body trembling slightly, but Wu Yuan did not expect that Mo Qiaoer did not throw herself into his arms like Yan Miao did, but shouted fiercely: "Go away, you are not
My brother is the prince, and I don’t want to see you anymore.”
There was obviously a cry in his voice, which obviously made Wu Yuan angry.
In fact, after returning from the East Palace that day, both Zhuri and Yan Miao explained to her the reason why Wu Yuan turned them away. With Mo Qiaoer's intelligence, of course she could understand Wu Yuan's approach, but she was still very sad.
She still thinks back to Wu Yuan's cruel words all the time. She has never been so sad.
"Qiao'er, brother, can you apologize to me? How about making you something delicious? I'll make it for you myself, and only Qiao'er can eat it alone."
"Don't eat, don't eat. Who wants to eat your food? Your food doesn't taste good at all." Mo Qiaoer was still unwilling to accept Wu Yuan's apology.
Wu Yuan smiled bitterly, he did not expect to hurt Mo Qiaoer so thoroughly this time.
"Qiao'er, why don't you hit me? My brother will never fight back." Wu Yuan was at his wits end.
Even food is no longer available, Wu Yuan is really a bit incompetent.
Seeing that Mo Qiaoer didn't move, Wu Yuan turned around and said to Yan Miao: "Yan Miao, come here and beat me. You were kicked out by me, so I should apologize to you."
"Ah? Me?" Yan Miao waved her hands repeatedly.
"Where am I going to do this?" Yan Miao even started to back away and wanted to escape.
"Stop, this is an order, not only to hit, but also to hit hard, just in the face, come on." Wu Yuan ordered Yan Miao without any doubt.
Mo Qiaoer and Yan Miao had always helped him a lot, and Wu Yuan felt really sorry that Mo Qiaoer fell ill because of him.
He was also willing to be beaten.
Yan Miao was startled, and begged for mercy with a tearful voice: "Prince, I really can't do it, please don't make things difficult for me, okay?"
However, Yan Miao's heart trembled when she came into contact with Wu Yuan's eyes.
At this moment, she understood that Wu Yuan was serious.
"Prince, you..."
Wu Yuan said softly: "Come on, I owe you this."
The words had already reached this point, and Yan Miao could not help but tremble slightly as she stepped forward.
Wu Yuan raised his face calmly, "Hurry up, you have to hit me hard. If you can't do this, you are not worthy of being my woman."
Yan Miao pursed her lips, finally gritted her teeth, and hit it with her eyes closed.
It was at this moment that Mo Qiaoer shouted, "No."
But it was too late. Following the crisp sound, Wu Yuan's face instantly became red and swollen, leaving a very obvious palm print.
Yan Miao was like a child who had done something wrong. She knelt down and said, "Prince, I'm sorry, I... I'll hit myself too."
Wu Yuan quickly grabbed Yan Miao and said, somewhat dumbfounded: "What are you doing? Don't feel pressured. It's all my fault. You have been wronged."
Yan Miao collapsed a little, but Wu Yuan still had to coax Mo Qiaoer at this moment.
At this time, Mo Qiaoer had already sat up and looked blankly at the palm prints on Wu Yuan's face.
The next second, Mo Qiaoer burst into tears and cried, but she hugged Wu Yuan.