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

Mo Yuheng hadn't planned to show up so early. He didn't like Su Qingli before, but now, he hated Su Qingli!

Su Qingli wrote a letter to the Prince of Zhao, making him an ungrateful person despised by everyone, and then directed a tragic drama of three kneelings and nine kowtows, pushing the entire Prince Zhao's Mansion to the forefront.

"Su Qingli, who do you say has ulterior motives?" Mo Yuheng walked out of the private room and shouted angrily.

When Su Qingli saw Mo Yuheng, she seemed to be terrified and backed away repeatedly until she reached the stairs, then she knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Prince, if you have any complaints, please come to me. Please let my sister go. She is young and ignorant, and she has no grudges against you. I know you hate me, so please don't implicate innocent people."

"Please, Prince, let my sister go."

Mo Yuheng and Su Qingyu were both confused by this scene. When did he plan to deal with Su Qingyu?

"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about? When did the prince say he would deal with me?"

"Prince, Qingyu is innocent. Please have mercy on her." Su Qingli looked at Su Qingyu, "Qingyu, kneel down quickly and beg you to have mercy on us sisters."

"Su Qingli, are you sick?" Su Qingyu's face turned blue with anger. She had finally met Prince Zhao, and what nonsense was Su Qingli talking about here!

Mo Yuheng suddenly felt a surge of anger in his chest. He originally wanted to make Su Qingli suffer the consequences of her actions and make the letter she wrote to Prince Zhao a joke. But before he could make a move, Su Qingli defined it as a revenge attack!

The anger in his heart instantly rushed to his head. Mo Yuheng forgot King Zhao's instructions, took a few steps forward, and kicked Su Qingli.

Su Qingli was terrified and screamed, and fell to the ground in an instant. Mo Yuheng kicked her in the air, and she fell forward and rolled down from the second floor.

"Prince!" Su Qingyu screamed and rushed downstairs to support Mo Yuheng. Dong Lai hurriedly followed.

Mo Yuheng was lying on the ground with his face bruised and purple. He had never been so embarrassed before. Ever since the break-up of the engagement, he would be in trouble whenever he came into contact with Su Qingli!

"Prince, are you okay?"

"Su Qingli, this prince is going to kill you!" Mo Yuheng couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. He pushed away the people who were supporting him and ran straight upstairs, intending to beat Su Qingli to death.

Su Qingli's face showed fear. When Mo Yuheng rushed up, she closed her eyes, stretched out her hand and pushed. Mo Yuheng, who had just rushed up the stairs, staggered and rolled down from the stairs again.

"Puchi." Someone laughed, and the laughter in the Jiupin Pavilion suddenly broke out one after another.

Mo Yuheng fell with a bloody head and looked extremely miserable. Hearing the sneering sounds around him, he suddenly became mad with fear and snatched Dong Lai's sword and rushed towards Su Qingli, intending to kill her on the spot.

Seeing that Mo Yuheng had murderous intentions, Su Qingli made a decision in an instant. A silver needle flashed between her fingers. Even if she couldn't take Mo Yuheng's life now, she could make him live a life worse than death.

Just as the sword was about to fall, the door behind Su Qingli opened. Su Qingli fell into the house without noticing, and Mo Yuheng's sword was caught by someone and broke into several pieces in an instant.

Mo Yuheng was originally burning with rage, but when he met those purple eyes, he suddenly felt as if a basin of ice water was poured over his head. He woke up instantly, the broken sword in his hand fell to the ground, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.

"Yuheng pays homage to His Majesty."

Mo Yunting's voice was cold and even. "Prince Zhao attacked me. This is insubordination. Twenty lashes are due. Execute immediately."