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

"Dayue is not a chess piece for you to play with, Jiang Yuan. The last time I allowed you to rob Jiang Ning's life-saving food was the thing I regret most in my life!"

"From now on, I will not work with you on different paths!"

The King of Nancheng was no longer as gentle as before, and with a cold face he ordered them to leave.

Jiang Ruan looked at King Nancheng coldly, and suddenly laughed: "Okay, very good, Mo Fei, you are amazing, you want to part ways with me, right?"

"Okay, no problem, but don't blame me for revealing what kind of person you are in front of your good brother."

King Nancheng raised his eyes, his eyes flashing with coldness: "Are you threatening me?"

Jiang Yuan smiled with a hint of coldness: "No, how could that be possible? How dare I threaten you! You are the noble Prince of Nancheng, and I am just a commoner. I cannot afford to offend you."

"Jiang Yuan, let's part ways in peace, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless! Dayue is my bottom line, you shouldn't use Dayue to plot against me!"

"Go away! If you use the entire Great Yue to achieve your goal again, we will only be enemies when we meet again!"

Jiang Yuan smiled coldly and walked away: "It's up to you."

In the Xuanshi Palace, Lin Yu's face was more bitter than a bitter gourd: "Your Majesty, it's time to eat. How can you not eat or drink like this? Great Yue still needs you!"

Mo Ling had disheveled hair, a haggard face, and bloodshot eyes: "Take it away, I have no appetite."

"Your Majesty, please eat something. You won't be able to bear it if you continue like this!"

Mo Ling's eyes fell on the spread-out letter. This was the third letter from Nanzhao. It was written in black and white that if Dai Viet could not give an explanation on the matter of the Grand Tutor within five days, then Nanzhao would march north to personally ask for an explanation for the Grand Tutor.

What kind of relationship could there be between Nanzhao and Qingqing? It was just an excuse for them to come to Dayue to get a piece of the pie. If they insisted that there was a relationship, it was not a good one.

It was just Nanzhao Saint Lu Yu, no, now he should be called Nangong Yu, who had seized Qingqing's identity for twenty years. The two of them should have been tit-for-tat, and even if there was any, there should have been hatred.

Mo Ling didn't believe that Nangong Yu really wanted to seek justice for Feng Jiuqing, but at this moment, Nangong Yu was already as angry as a puffer fish.

Since he became the Holy Son of Nanzhao, he gradually took over the government of Nanzhao. With the assistance of the high priest and the people sent by Feng Jiuqing, he quickly grew into a powerful Holy Son who could stand on his own.

He felt guilty towards Feng Jiuqing. Logically, Feng Jiuqing should be his younger brother, and this was the first time he could protect his younger brother as an older brother. Although Feng Jiuqing did not need his protection, Nangong Yu had brainwashed him into becoming a brother-con.

He had planned to return to Dai Viet after the New Year, and had even prepared various rare and exotic treasures from Nanzhao to give to Feng Jiuqing. However, before he set out, he received the news that his brother was gone.

His little brother, who was so big, was gone just like that. On the day he received the news, Nangong Yu, who hadn't cried in years, cried for the whole afternoon. No one could persuade him, and he fainted from crying.

When he woke up again, he stopped crying. With swollen eyes, he picked up his sword and was about to return to Dai Viet to avenge his brother. Unfortunately, he was not good at martial arts and was stopped by the high priest's guards.

So Nanzhao assembled soldiers at the border, and he sent three letters in a row. The first letter scolded Mo Ling, the second was a threat, and the third was the final warning. If he hadn't been stopped by the high priest, he would have led his men to the capital of Dayue.

Who dares to harm his brother when he is not around? Does he really think he is dead?

This was not the only thing that was giving Mo Ling a headache. Xiyan had also gathered a large number of troops at the border and could attack Dai Viet at any time. Although their emperor was still in the capital of Dai Viet, those people didn't seem to care at all. Mo Ling wanted to send someone to capture Wuyou, but his people couldn't get into the Grand Tutor's Mansion at all.

The Youyun Army in the northern border was completely cut off from the imperial court. All the people he sent over the years, such as military supervisors, prefects and county magistrates, were driven out by the Youyun Army. The northern border was completely out of control, and the Youyun Army might even go south to take the capital at any time.

The old lady of Duke Shen was bedridden, and Duke Shen was also furious about Qingqing's affairs. Now there were no generals who could go out to resist Western Yan.

Some of his men were monitoring the Youyun Army near the northern border, some went south to intimidate Nanzhao, and some went west to resist Western Yan. Now that the capital city was left unguarded, all the generals who had been promoted by the Grand Tutor resigned and went to guard the Grand Tutor's body.

One of the prime ministers lost his beloved son, and the other lost his best friend. They both stayed at home to recuperate, and the court was almost in chaos.

He almost fainted because of Qingqing's death, but there was really no one available, so he had to drag his sick body to deal with government affairs. He devoted himself to government affairs all day and night to numb himself from thinking about Qingqing. Otherwise, when he thought of Qingqing, he was afraid that he would go crazy and break into the Grand Tutor's Mansion again.

The royal brother has helped him a lot during this period. The royal brother's health was not good to begin with, and he has helped him clean up a lot of messes during this period. He cannot let the royal brother work hard anymore.

"No problem, wait till I finish processing."

Before Mo Ling could finish his words, black mist appeared in front of his eyes and his consciousness became blurred for a moment.

"Your Majesty! What will Da Yue do if something happens to you? Your Majesty, just listen to my advice. Your health is the most important thing!"

Mo Ling held his forehead and said, "I said it's not necessary, please leave."

He didn't dare to rest. As soon as he rested, he would think of every little thing about him and Qingqing, and all the things in the past. But when he opened his eyes, everything disappeared.

He will go crazy if he keeps gaining and losing things over and over again.