Mo Yizhi had no way of knowing what the father-son friendship between Yue Junchen and the old emperor was, but he probably could not suppress his inner sadness when his father was unconscious and his body gradually declined.

Even if that person is the emperor, he is with the prince.

Blood ties cannot be given up.

Since Mo Yizhi returned to the capital and entered the court these days, she can deeply feel the old emperor's favoritism and favor towards Yue Junchen.

It seems that this youngest son is extremely grateful to the old emperor.

Yue Junchen's expression did not change after hearing Mo Yizhi's words, but the hands on his back clenched into fists, and the blue veins were revealed.

No one can replace what he has to bear and endure.

But everything is now just the beginning.

...

On this day, the court officials still paid the morning court as usual, just to hear the latest news.

The old ministers led by Xiu Ji discussed with the princes to handle the court, and there was no difficulty.

But if the old emperor does not wake up for a day, everyone will be at ease.

And the longer it took, some people began to question Xiu Ji's words.

After the old emperor fell ill, he immediately summoned the second and third princes who had been in charge of the local government to return to the capital in the name of the emperor.

The two princes received the imperial edict and should have come back according to the days, but they have not returned yet.

This is also a very difficult problem at the moment.

To put it bluntly, the old emperor did not issue a will. If he died suddenly, the dispute over the throne between these six princes would be inevitable.

Even at the moment, Mo Yizhi has an ominous premonition that is about to break out.

After waiting for several days, General Mo's letter finally arrived.

In the study, Mo Yizhi hurriedly opened the silk and looked at it carefully in the dim candlelight.

But there was no analysis of the situation expected by Mo Yizhi, or guidance on how to deal with it.

Instead, it's just a short sentence.

"But my son does it according to his heart."

Every word is vigorous and powerful, and Mo Yizhi seemed to be able to see General Mo sitting upright in the tent, and the bright sun at the border reflected his slightly old but resolute face.

Everything is done by my son's will...

In just one sentence, General Mo handed over the rise, decline, honor and disgrace of the Mo family, and even the millions of soldiers on the border, and the future of fate and future for Mo Yizhi.

A thin piece of silk in her hand made her feel particularly heavy because of that sentence.

That night, Mo Yizhi couldn't sleep peacefully all night.

After tossing and turning, my mind was filled with the little things that came to these ancient times for more than ten years.

Many things that I thought I had forgotten suddenly emerged.

The grasslands on the border, the snow in winter, and the loess in the dry year...

The sharp blade, the shouts of soldiers, the low horn on the battlefield...

It seemed as if everything was close to me, but as soon as I reached out, I grabbed the empty space.

If she could, she really wanted to return to the vast world where she was galloping against the wind, instead of being like a canary, she was kept in this magnificent cage to face intrigue and intrigue.

"Tu tu tu." A knock on the door suddenly came from outside the door.

Mo Yiyi sat up suddenly: "What's the matter?"

"The Sixth Prince summoned the Prince to enter the palace quickly." Mu Yan's low voice came from outside the door.

Mo Yizhi frowned and thought for a moment, and quickly put on the door.

He walked quickly to the door of the mansion: "You can tell what happened."
Chapter completed!