Happy Palm: The War King's Favored Little Doctor Consort

In the palace, the emperor is reviewing memorials.

Mo Yunting stood not far away, his eyes watching his nose, and his nose watching his heart.

"The Concubine Dowager is your elder, you shouldn't be rude to her." The emperor said without raising his head while reviewing the memorials. He couldn't feel any liking for his son, especially when he saw his eyes, he felt even more uneasy.

"Is it rude to escort the Concubine Dowager back to the palace?"

After hearing this, the emperor felt even more displeased. Just as he was about to scold him, he saw Mo Yunting handing something over. The eunuch Hu An, who was serving beside him, hurried forward to take it and handed it to the emperor.

The emperor opened it and read it, his eyes darkened slightly, and then threw it aside.

"This is the family affair of Prince Zhao's Mansion. Just leave it to Prince Zhao's Mansion to handle. You shouldn't interfere."

Mo Yunting remained silent. To the emperor, he was not a son, but an emotionless knife. This knife had to obey the emperor's words unconditionally, otherwise, endless torture would be waiting for him.

Seeing that Mo Yunting did not answer, the emperor continued, "You are disrespectful to the Concubine Dowager and must be punished."

Mo Yunting sneered in his heart. It was not that he was being punished for being disrespectful to the imperial concubine, but that the emperor was clearly dissatisfied with his arbitrary behavior. The emperor thought he was disobedient and wanted to punish him.

The emperor did not hear Mo Yunting's answer, nor did he take it to heart. His son was taciturn and serious. The number of words he spoke to him in a month could be counted on one hand.

"Forget about this month's medicine. Go back and reflect on your mistakes."

Mo Yunting did not argue or beg for mercy, and immediately left the imperial study.

The emperor looked at his receding back, threw the memorial in his hand aside without much care, and looked at Eunuch Hu beside him.

"Which daughter is Su Qingli the Prime Minister Su's?"

"Your Majesty, it is Prime Minister Su's eldest daughter. Two days ago, it was this girl who found evidence proving that it was Marquis Qingyang who murdered his wife."

The emperor finally remembered this matter: "What does Mo Yunting have to do with this?"

"This..." The eunuch hesitated, not knowing how to explain.

"Tell it like it is."

"I have nothing to do with the War King. He happened to be at the scene that day. Su Qingli came to him and begged him to give her three hours to find the real culprit. If he couldn't find the culprit, he would be at her disposal."

"Isn't the little girl from the Su family afraid of him?"

"She must be afraid. I heard from the guards that when Su Qingli saw the War King on the street today, she was so frightened that she fainted."

The emperor sneered. As expected, who in this world was not afraid of Mo Yunting's strange eyes, let alone a little girl. It seemed that she had nowhere to turn to for help at that time and had no choice but to come to him for help.

"On a daily basis, I've seen Yuheng as a very well-behaved child. He has the same temperament as Prince Zhao and doesn't fight or compete." The emperor paused. "Huan, what do you think of Yuheng?"

Hu An poured the emperor a cup of hot tea and said with a smile, "Your Majesty is very accurate in judging people. I don't have your sharp eyes, so I dare not speak without thinking."

The emperor was not happy with Hu An's words. He knew Mo Yunting. Mo Yunting had no sorrow or joy, no desires or demands. His only responsibility was to protect the Tianyuan Dynasty. If Prince Zhao and his son had not done anything, he would not have risked offending Prince Zhao's Mansion and angered him.

What's more, Su Qingli has been engaged to Mo Yuheng since childhood, and she must know him very well. She knows that he is determined to move up, but he is already a prince, and if he wants to climb higher, he can only be a prince!

Thinking of this, the emperor's gaze fell on the last sentence, "I wish the prince a long life." This sentence was like a thorn piercing his heart, reminding him of some deeply buried memories. Originally, Prince Zhao was also qualified to sit in this position.

"It's better to call off this engagement," the emperor said quietly. "Prime Minister Su is the head of the civil service, so matters of marriage should be treated with caution. Go, fetch my horsewhip and give it to Prime Minister Su."

"Slave takes orders."