stocking the prince to death

Chapter 56

Seeing Mo Yan crying, Mo Qi couldn't say anything.

Her body froze, her tone was soft, "Okay, Brother Huang is not trying to kill you!"

What answered her was Mo Yan's sudden bear hug.

Mo Qi: "..."

She is only a stick of incense older than Mo Yan, and she was born, so her body is naturally smaller.

However, she is actually a real woman, and Mo Yan is also a head taller than her.

As a result, she felt a little uncomfortable being held in Mo Yan's arms.

Mo Qi moved, wanting to open Mo Yan, but heard Mo Yan's slightly sobbing voice: "Brother Huang, don't you want Yan Er?"

When Mo Qi heard this, he sighed again.

"Why don't you want Yan'er, brother Huang loves Yan'er the most."

Mo Yan hugged her stiffly, then let go, staring at her without blinking, "Really?"

"Ah."

Seeing Mo Yan's expression, Mo Qi's heart suddenly softened.

In the world of mortals, Mo Yan is like a pure white Buddha's light. Such eyes are actually a kind of salvation for anyone.

Attachment, trust, satisfaction, pleasure.

Such eyes, clear to the bottom.

Mo Qi rubbed his hair, "Where are the slaves and maids of Sihen Palace?"

"I don't know." Mo Yan's voice was muffled, "Everyone left, and they all left on the day Brother Huang left."

She went to the Prince Regent's Mansion at noon yesterday. If she hadn't entered the palace with Ji Ruyue to deal with her grandfather's affairs today, she would definitely still be staying at the Prince Regent's Mansion now.

"Then..." Mo Qi looked into Mo Yan's eyes, "How long has it been since you ate?"

She just heard Mo Yan's stomach growl.

Mo Yan blushed, "I didn't eat at noon yesterday."

His meal is not very rich, but he can satisfy his hunger anyway, but he hasn't eaten since noon yesterday.

It was also approaching noon, so he was naturally even hungrier.

Thinking of the younger brother whom he cherished in the palm of his hand being treated like this by those servants, the corners of Mo Qi's mouth curled up with a cold smile.

"Go to the Imperial Dining Room with Brother Huang!"

The most urgent task is to feed Mo Yan first.

He has heart disease, his body should be nourished, and he has to choose his three meals a day carefully.

When Mo Yan heard that he was going to the imperial dining room, his expression changed, "Can...not go?"

"Why?" Mo Qi asked back, and sensitively saw a footprint on the corner of Mo Yan's clothes, her eyes turned cold, "Have you been there? They won't give it?"

"……Um!"

Mo Yan's voice was low, as if he didn't want to cause trouble for her, Mo Qi sighed again, "Yan'er, you must know how to fight for what belongs to you. You are the younger brother of the emperor, and also the son of the emperor. Identity can completely overwhelm them."

"...But Yan'er dare not! Yan'er is afraid!" His fingers were tangled together, and a few marks appeared on his white jade-like flawless hands.

"Then follow Brother Huang, are you still afraid?"

"Not afraid!" Mo Yan replied crisply, his eyes were full of admiration for Mo Qi.

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"bump!"

Mo Qi smashed another plate, she leaned against the corner, "What? That's all?"

The chefs in the imperial dining room have never encountered such a situation.

No matter what dishes are prepared, she is not satisfied.

As a result, there are layers of plates and vegetable dregs around her feet.

"...Back, back to His Royal Highness, these are the favorite dishes of the masters in the palace."

A chef bit the bullet and stepped forward. His Royal Highness had been arguing for so long and the emperor didn't move, obviously he didn't want to care.

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(End of this chapter)