Chapter 125 - 125 Bad Intentions
125 Bad Intentions
Yun Ran thought that she would continue to be annoyed by this wretched emperor.
Unexpectedly, Mo Beiyuan’s expression suddenly turned cold. He stood between her and the Emperor and ordered him to leave with a slightly cold voice, “There are many mechanisms and arrays in my residence. Your Majesty, it’s better not to walk around. Those mechanisms and arrays are blind.”
The Emperor’s expression changed slightly. The fake smile on his face was about to disappear.
He was the Emperor of the Eastern Continent, but he was threatened by a prince.
“You…”
Mo Donglin wanted to flare up, but when he met Mo Beiyuan’s strange and cold eyes, the words seemed to be stuck in his throat and he could not make a sound.
He could only swear in his heart that he would kill Mo Beiyuan and his two little bastards.
The throne of the East Continent could only be inherited by his bloodline.
Thinking of his bloodline, he could not help but think of his son whose hand bones had been crushed by Mo Beiyuan.
Among all the princes, he valued Mo Jinyu the most. Although his mother was just a lowly palace maid who climbed into his bed, the ruthlessness in his son was most similar to his.
His favorite son had one of his hands crippled by Mo Beiyuan. Mo Donglin really could not take this lying down.
However, the secret guards in the Yuan Mansion were even more vigilant than those in his palace. They had set up many mechanisms and arrays. Even the group of golden sacrificial soldiers under his command who were in charge of assassinations did not return. They had failed several missions.
He had to think of another way to get rid of those two little bastards.
A few days ago, he received a secret letter. He received news that Mo Beiyuan had suffered serious internal injuries and his spiritual power cultivation had been damaged. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
He had personally come to the Yuan Mansion today to see if Mo Beiyuan was really seriously injured or if he had deliberately released fake news to lure his people into attacking.
He had just observed that Mo Beiyuan’s expression was normal and he did not look sick at all. He did not look like he had suffered serious internal injuries.
However, the person who sent him the news was a spy he had planted in the Miracle Doctor Sect. He was loyal to him and should not dare to send him fake news.
Mo Donglin was very suspicious. He wanted to seize this opportunity to attack Mo Beiyuan, but he was also worried that this was a trap set up by Mo Beiyuan.
He came up with a plan.
“I haven’t hunted in a long time. In a few days, bring the second daughter of the Yun family, my nephew, and my niece to hunt in the Imperial Beast Tamer Forest with me.”
Mo Beiyuan frowned slightly and his eyes darkened.
So be it.
Why did he have to bring Yun Ran and the two children?
Was it really as simple as hunting?
Mo Beiyuan did not answer him immediately.
Chang Gui, the old palace servant beside the emperor, slipped. “His Majesty has indeed not left the palace for a long time to relax. When the time comes, King Yuan will bring the two young masters. The scene will definitely be very lively.”
Mo Beiyuan thought for a moment and agreed in a low voice.
After Thunderbolt sent the emperor away, he did not understand his master’s intentions.
After following Mo Beiyuan for a long time, he knew very well what kind of person the emperor was.
A famous ruler, who was hardworking, thrifty, and loved the people?
It was all bullshit!
The true face of this wretched emperor was a vicious, despicable, and shameless person.
There was no lack of people who secretly attacked his master.
He always imagined that his master would snatch the throne under his butt. What a joke. If his master wanted the position under his butt, would the wretched emperor still be able to sit on the throne so comfortably?
“Master, you clearly know that the emperor extended his invitation to hunt with ill intentions. Why did you agree?”
That wretched emperor had invited Miss Yun and the young masters to hunt for no reason. There was no question he must be plotting something.