The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

"Bad guy! Daddy is not yours!" Tongzi supported Wuyou's shoulders and shouted in Mo Ling's direction.

Wuyou held Tongzi and silently moved away from Mo Ling. He was afraid that Tongzi would anger Mo Ling. What if Mo Ling did something and hurt Tongzi?

Mo Ling could feel Tongzi's hostility towards him, but why would Tongzi, a child, be so hostile towards him?

Tongzi rolled his eyes at Mo Ling and pouted: "Daddy, don't eat it. The old bacon is too tough and will get stuck in your teeth."

Feng Jiuqing couldn't help laughing at what Tongzi said, and responded: "Okay, I'll listen to Tongzi."

Mo Ling almost couldn't breathe. What did this kid mean? Was he calling him "Old Bacon"? He was only 26, how could he be old?

He has poor eyesight at such a young age. I will ask the people from the Imperial Hospital to prescribe two more medicines to treat his eyes.

Mo Ling looked at Tongzi solemnly, and before he could say anything, Tongzi burst into tears.

"Daddy, the bad guys are so fierce to me, wuwuwu, I'm scared!"

Wuyou coaxed softly: "Don't be afraid, Daddy is here, Daddy will chase the bad guys away for you, don't cry, Tongzi~"

Tongzi: ...I didn't call you, you seem a little too familiar.

Wuyou coaxed him softly while saying to Mo Ling: "Cousin, you should go back earlier and don't scare the child here. If Tongzi gets sick from the fright, Qingqing will be worried."

A huge pot fell from the sky and hit Mo Ling fiercely. Mo Ling could only accept it. He didn't do anything, just glanced at Tongzi, how could he scare people? Is he that scary?

Mo Ling took a deep breath and turned to look at Feng Jiuqing. He was no longer as strong as before, and there was a hint of begging in his voice: "Qingqing, come back to the palace with me——"

"My dear grandson! Who made my dear grandson cry?"

Old Lady Shen hurried out of the house. Seeing Tongzi crying, her heart was broken. She quickly took the child from Wuyou's arms and coaxed him softly.

Tongzi didn't want to worry Old Lady Shen, so he gradually stopped crying. With tears still on his face, he pointed at Mo Ling and said, "Bad guy! Bad guy wants to take Daddy away!"

Only then did Old Lady Shen realize that Mo Ling was there. She had complicated feelings towards Mo Ling. On the one hand, Mo Ling was the Lord to whom Duke Shen's Mansion was loyal, and on the other hand, he almost killed her grandson.

Old Lady Shen nodded to Mo Ling: "Your Majesty."

He turned to look at Feng Jiuqing and said: "How do you treat guests, Qingqing? When guests come, you should at least invite them to the living room for a cup of tea. What's the point of letting them stand at the door?"

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows, fearing that Mo Ling was not here as a guest. However, it was only a cup of tea, and it was not like he could not afford to give Mo Ling a cup of tea.

Old Lady Shen held the child in her arms and said softly, "Your Majesty, please."

Mo Ling still had some respect for Old Lady Shen. He nodded and said, "Thank you, Old Lady Shen."

Mo Ling was brought to the living room by Old Lady Shen. The boy was too young, and Old Lady Shen was afraid that he would be frightened, so she gave him to Yan'er to take away. There were only four people left in the living room. Old Lady Shen sat in the first seat. Originally, this seat should have belonged to Mo Ling, but Old Lady Shen chose to sit in this seat.

Then Mo Ling could only sit in the lower seat on the left, while Feng Jiuqing and Wuyou sat opposite Mo Ling.

The attendant quickly served Mo Ling a cup of hot tea and left. Old Lady Shen then slowly asked, "I'm sorry that your Majesty has come to welcome you. What is your Majesty doing here?"

Mo Ling looked at Feng Jiuqing solemnly and said softly: "I am here to take you back to the palace."

Feng Jiuqing was about to say something, but Old Lady Shen signaled Feng Jiuqing to calm down and continued to ask: "Really? I wonder what status Your Majesty wants to bring Qingqing into the palace with?"

Mo Ling's eyes were fixed on Feng Jiuqing: "Qingqing is my noble lord, there is nothing wrong with me taking him back."

"what?"

Old Lady Shen patted her forehead and said softly, "If I remember correctly, Qingqing seems to have divorced His Majesty. Since they have divorced, Qingqing has nothing to do with His Majesty. It seems that His Majesty has no right to take Qingqing away, right?"

Mo Ling froze for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Old Lady Shen and said seriously: "I can make you my queen."

Old Lady Shen sighed and said, "Your Majesty, Qingqing already has a child. Your Majesty wants Qingqing to be a heartless person who abandons his wife and children?"

Mo Ling's expression remained unchanged as he glanced at Feng Jiuqing: "I can make your child a prince and raise him under my lap. As for the child's mother, I will make her a princess and find a husband for her."

Old Madam Shen was silent for a while. Feng Jiuqing looked at Mo Ling coldly and also said nothing.

Wuyou was secretly anxious in his heart, but his face was full of innocence, and he whispered: "Grandma, no, how can a mere prince be worthy of your child!"

The three people's eyes fell on Wuyou at the same time. Wuyou's azure pupils were full of Feng Jiuqing's figure. He said firmly, "I wish to make Tongzi the crown prince. As long as Qingqing is willing, I can marry into your family. Yan'er will be the first wife in the future. Wuyou only needs a small house that can shelter him from the wind and rain. I will be satisfied if I can see Qingqing every day."

"So, dear, can you please consider me?"

Then he looked at Old Lady Shen and said, "Grandma, I can do it too."

Hearing Wuyou's humble tone, Old Lady Shen looked at Feng Jiuqing meaningfully. In fact, she was satisfied with Wuyou. She also didn't like Mo Ling's alms-giving look. If Mo Ling was not the Emperor of Dayue, she would have beaten him out long ago.

Feng Jiuqing smiled and pinched Wuyou's arm and twisted it in a circle. This little bastard would tear the roof off the house if he wasn't punished for three days!

Wuyou was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes. She looked at Feng Jiuqing aggrievedly, looking pitiful and not daring to speak.

"You! Humph! Everyone can say nice things, but my cousin said it so lightly. Will your ministers in Xiyan agree?" Mo Ling's eyes like blades fell on Wuyou.

Wuyou chuckled and looked at Old Lady Shen seriously: "I am the emperor of Western Yan. If I can't do this, how can I rule Western Yan? Don't worry, grandma, I will do what I say. I know Qingqing will not be willing to enter the harem. I am willing to make Qingqing the regent of Western Yan and rule Western Yan with me."

Feng Jiuqing has always known that Wuyou is a sweet-talker, but he never expected Wuyou to say such words and govern Xiyan. Is Wuyou really so confident in him?

It's easy to say something, but it's another matter whether you can do it or not. It's not that Feng Jiuqing didn't want to believe Wuyou, but he simply couldn't believe that such a thing would happen.

He only saved Wuyou's life, and helped him plan some things when Wuyou ascended the throne. The biggest help Wuyou got when he ascended the throne came from King Songshan. If King Songshan had not voluntarily given up the throne, it would not have been so easy for Wuyou to ascend the throne.