The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 516
The candlelight floats in the night, and the faint candle smoke rises, fully revealing the depth of the night and the silence in the room.

Mo Zhao was wearing a dark blue robe, and was quietly crouching in front of the table.

He paints with a brush, and the enthusiasm in his eyes is like a raging flame, which cannot be suppressed.

These days, he has seen the splendor and splendor of the imperial palace and the infinite prosperity of the capital.

No one knew how humble and unwilling he felt when he was demoted at a young age.

No one can imagine what kind of pain it is for a child of a few years old to be forced to leave his hometown and live in a frontier where even the nobles can bully him.

He is a prince, flowing with the noble blood of the Bei Cang royal family.

But there is a huge difference between him and his brothers.

What's more, under the years of disasters in the borderlands and the persecution of hostile forces, his body has already suffered irreparable damage.

It made him even more twisted, and he hated his situation even more.

Finally, he got a chance.

A chance to return to the imperial city.

And all his plans, the future he planned for ten years, will start to come true here.

"Your Highness, have a cup of hot tea."

Uncle Yuan pushed the door open and walked to Mo Zhao.

Looking at the picture in front of Mo Zhao's desk, he was slightly shocked in his heart, and a kind of respect was born spontaneously.

It was a map covering the entire Beicang waterway, ranging from major rivers to small canal tributaries, so detailed and amazingly detailed.

And this is the result of His Highness sending people to investigate for nearly ten years.

What he has completed now should be the part of the Yong River leading to the water port in the capital.

In the past, they didn't dare to send people to the capital to collect paintings, because there were many forces in the capital, and they had to be wise and protect themselves.

But now, it's different.

In the past few days, they were shopping on the surface, but they were actually observing the waterway.

"Uncle Yuan, this water map has been completed, what we need to do now is to gain a firm foothold in this capital and win everything back."

Mo Zhao smiled, his smile looked ambitious under the candlelight.

Uncle Yuan admired Mo Zhao.

Because Mo Zhao certainly has a quirk of torturing and killing women, but his vision and height are beyond the imagination of other princes and nobles.

For ten years, Mo Zhao lived a poor life.

When the other princes were pampered, he began to think about the future, and he spent every ingot in his pocket on the construction of the frontier.

What he built was not a city, but a big ship.

What he cultivated was not officials, but gangs of bandits who were good at looting and water warfare.

They disguised themselves as caravans to do business, and while gaining income from the trade routes, they plundered other caravans at the junction of the three countries, where no one cares.

Mo Zhao called on everyone to participate in the plunder, because most of the wealth belonged to the caravan leader.

Over time, many refugees joined bandit dens, and the robbery on the road began to turn into robbery on the water.

The banditry became bigger and bigger, and what Mo Zhao got was an army of bandits, and this group of militant villains had supreme determination.

Because if something happens to Mo Zhao, what awaits them is the desperate fate of being sent to the guillotine.

Uncle Yuan still remembered that Mo Zhao once told him that the throne doesn't have to be fought for, sometimes it can be fought for.

At that moment, Uncle Yuan seemed to have seen the fleet go up the river to the capital.

And that day will be the dawn in the eyes of all those who support the Fourth Prince.

The water map has been completed, can dawn be far behind?
(End of this chapter)