Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

Mo Daoxi struggled to move his body, gritted his teeth, sat up from the ground, leaned against the wall, and said, "Your Highness, why did you come in person to treat a dying man?"

Ye Mo stared at him without saying a word. He raised his hand and a yellowed booklet fell on the hay in front of Mo Daoxi.

"The authorities suspect the fire in Tianxinzhuang was man-made, and the suspect is a poor young man who has disappeared."

He looked down at him, "This is a diary among the evidence, written by the eldest daughter of the Liu Mansion."

The yellowed paper and curled corners showed signs of burning.

Mo Daoxi stared at it intently, not daring to reach out to take it.

"Take a look!" Ye Mo's eyes grew colder. "The owner of this diary is Liu Xiangyu."

Mo Daoxi stared blankly and shook his head fiercely, "Impossible, you are lying to me!"

"The suspect in this case has never been apprehended and remains unsolved."

Ye Mo said quietly, "Poor Miss Liu. She was kind-hearted, but disaster struck. She died in the fire, and someone else pretended to be kind and used her name to harm others..."

He paused, "She will probably never rest in peace in her grave."

In the dim cell, a cold wind blew, and Mo Daoxi shivered inexplicably.

He stared at the booklet intently, then suddenly pounced on it, and with trembling fingers, he flipped it open in a panic.

"Today, I saw him lying on the ground, covered in wounds and tattered clothes. What a pitiful man."

"I placed him in the woodshed and had someone help him wash and change his clothes. At first glance, he looked like a handsome young man... His family must have suddenly encountered a misfortune, and I should help him..."

"He likes to drink tea. I made tea for him, but he drank it with a frown on his face. This tea must not be to his taste."

"He likes to eat rice and doesn't like meat, but his body is not good, so he needs some nourishment. Let's make some pigeon soup for him tonight."

"His eyesight is blurry. Tomorrow I'll pawn my hairpin and change his prescription and make new medicine for him..."

"My second uncle and aunt knew I had taken him in. They were afraid that gossip would ruin my reputation, so they wanted to kick him out. His injuries hadn't healed yet, and he would surely die if he went out. ... I begged them so hard that they agreed to take him in temporarily."

"My sister secretly came to the woodshed to see him and was quite dissatisfied with him. I hurriedly gave her the jade pendant he gave me to comfort her, hoping to keep him for a few more days..."

"He's almost recovered and can see vaguely. I'm so happy for him..."

"Today, he hesitated to speak to me several times. He looked strange and seemed to be about to leave."

"Before he left, I stuffed a few ounces of silver into his clothes, hoping that he would have food to eat, clothes to wear, and a safe and smooth life."

"..."

The girl's handwriting is beautiful, with lines of plum blossom-style small characters written neatly, and her childish thoughts are revealed between the lines.

As he watched, Mo Daoxi felt as if his heart was being fried in oil. The pain spread from his heart to every part of his body.

He knelt on the ground in pain, curled up.

After a long while, he raised his head with great difficulty, his eyes red and sullen: "Qi Wang Yemo, you swear that you have never lied to me?"

He didn't want to believe that all this was true.

Ye Mo looked indifferent and coldly, "He is just a prisoner. Your Highness disdains to fabricate lies."

"In that fire, she was burned to a charred corpse, her face unrecognizable. The Liu family disliked the legal implications of her death, and feared it would disturb the peace of their ancestors, so they didn't want her buried in the ancestral tomb."

"The old nanny in the mansion couldn't bear it and buried her hastily on a hilltop, not even daring to write on her tombstone."

How could this be?

Mo Daoxi seemed to have his soul sucked out. He sat powerlessly on the ground, his eyes dull and a tear silently sliding down from the corner of his eye.

His brother the emperor falsely accused him of treason, and his mother hanged herself to save him. Her body could not be buried in the emperor's mausoleum, and was thrown into a mass grave to be devoured by wild beasts.

He was busy escaping and never collected her body for burial. Every time he woke up in his dreams at midnight, her miserable cries became louder and louder.

Now, the girl who wholeheartedly tried to save him has ended up in such a miserable state.

Once, he was trapped in hell, and it was she who extended her warm hand to him and grabbed the string of his life that was about to disappear.

For the first time, he felt grateful to a woman other than his mother and vowed to protect her well.

So, many years later, when he saw the jade pendant she carried with her, he chose to help her unconditionally.

Even so, he would doubt some of her actions.

However, as soon as the seed of doubt sprouted, he nipped it in the bud.

That person saved his life, how could he doubt her.

Who knew the truth was...

she is dead...

For so many years, he mistook her for someone else and let her die alone in the fire without knowing anything.

madness!

It's just so stupid.

Mo Daoxi clenched his fists, his disheveled hair drooping over his face, making it impossible to discern his expression. "I never set a fire."

He denied setting the fire and said there was someone else as the suspect.

After hearing the answer, Ye Mo looked indifferent, turned sideways and walked straight out.

"Ye Mo!"

Mo Daoxi called him anxiously, "You will investigate the arson case yourself, right?"

Ye Mo stopped and tilted his head slightly. "This is a small case far away from the capital. Local officials will continue to investigate."

According to the investigative methods of local officials, the unsolved case from more than ten years ago was finally left unresolved.

Mo Daoxi gritted his teeth and said, "Since it has nothing to do with Your Highness, why did Your Highness travel thousands of miles to find her diary and tell me the truth? What is Your Highness's intention?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Mo glanced at the person on the ground, his lips curled up, "The Ninth Prince is revered and respected by his countrymen, but he never thought he would be deceived by a concubine in the harem, becoming a slave and obeying orders, harming others and himself."

"Your Highness does not need the truth,"

His tone was cold, as if it had been tempered with ice, and every word chilled one's heart. "Seeing you regret, angry, and humiliated, yet powerless, in this state of madness, is exactly what this Highness wants."

Beheading is just a wound as big as a bowl.

And he kills people and destroys their hearts!

Mo Daoxi jumped up from the ground and rushed over to tear it apart, but the shackles made a sound, which stopped him from moving forward.

"Ye Mo, you are shameless, you are taking revenge on me..."

"Why do you do this?"

"Kill me, kill me, if you have the guts, kill me..."

"In this state, how can you face that kind-hearted girl?"

Ye Mo stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "Don't disturb her, live a long and long life..."

It would be better for him to die than to live for a long time.

But after his death, how could he have the face to see her?

Mo Daoxi panicked for a moment, stunned for a moment, and shouted, "Ye Mo, make some conditions."

"Help me find out the truth about the fire and bring the suspect to justice. I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Ye Mo looked at him with an even colder look, and sneered, "What does your business have to do with this Highness?"

He turned around resolutely and strode out of the cell.

After a brief moment of shock, Mo Daoxi went even more crazy. "I want to avenge Miss Liu. I want to expose the true face of Concubine Liu of the Su Mansion. This prince will personally put an end to her..."

"Ye Mo, I'll tell you everything you want to know from me. Please, help me investigate the fire case..."

"Ye Mo, six years ago, you lost the battle because someone leaked the information. Don't you want to know who that person was?"

A man in a black robe walked out of the gate of the Dali Temple prison quickly. The murderous aura emanating from his body scared the people who passed by him and made them quicken their pace.

Ye Mo got on the carriage and sat down on the couch in a depressed mood.

Wu Xiaowen, who was standing by, picked up the teacup and was about to drink when he noticed something was wrong and put the cup down in panic, "What's going on? Is Mo Daoxi not being honest?"

"I'm telling you, I'm going to do the same thing if I come here. You insist on going to see him, and in the end, you'll only end up getting yourself into trouble."

Wu Xiaowen hurriedly poured a cup and handed it forward attentively, "Come, drink chrysanthemum tea to relieve your heat."