jdhmnovel Chapter 197 Say it again for me
Chapter 197 Say it again for me
Mo Ling raised his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, and his voice was a little unstable.
"Brother, your safety is more important than anything else. If I cannot protect you just like I cannot protect you, then what difference does it make whether I, as the emperor, do anything or not?"
King Nancheng patted Mo Ling, as if he remembered something, and asked softly: "Ah He, is he okay? Didn't you go to look for him? Why didn't you see him?"
Mo Ling's eyes darkened a little, and the King of Nancheng almost couldn't hear his soft voice.
"Qingqing is afraid of me. He cries loudly when I get close to him. I can't bring him back."
A hint of smile flashed in the eyes of the King of Nancheng, and he said mischievously: "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place. You scared me before and didn't allow me to call you Mingqing, and now you want to coax me back."
"A Ling, judging from my brother's experience, you may have a long way to go to catch his wife. But don't be afraid. Exchange your sincerity for his sincerity. A Ling, one day, he will be moved by you, provided that you don't wrong him again."
Mo Ling smiled sadly and said, "Royal brother, but now I can't even get close to Qingqing. He resists my approach."
Nancheng Wang pondered for a while, then slowly said: "As long as you have the will, you can always get what you want. As the saying goes, a strong woman is afraid of a clinging man. Ah Ling, you should spend more time with him, and slowly let him accept you step by step."
"After all, you were the one who wronged them first. You have to show your sincerity. Once they see it, you will have a chance. Don't be anxious, Ling. You can't eat hot tofu if you are anxious."
Mo Ling had some regret in his eyes and asked softly: "But what should I do? He is afraid to even look at me now."
King Nancheng shook his head and chuckled, "Ah Ling, you are the emperor. Whatever you want, you have many ways to get it. I remember that there seems to be a vacancy for your personal attendant. Would you like to consider filling the position?"
Mo Ling never liked having people serve him personally, so he almost never had any attendants. If he could do something himself, he would never ask others to do it for him.
But if that person is Qingqing, it seems that he can consider it? Of course, he doesn't need Qingqing to serve him, he just needs a chance to get close to Qingqing.
Just like what my royal brother said, if he treats you sincerely, you will naturally know his true feelings over time.
Mo Ling's frown finally relaxed a little, and he slowly let out a breath of anger.
King Nancheng patted Mo Ling on the shoulder and said softly, "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah." Mo Ling nodded.
The King of Nancheng chuckled and said gently: "My brother is fine now, and there is a solution to Ah He's problem, so my majesty, shouldn't you go and deal with the matter of Prince Xiyan?"
"A Ling, state affairs are more important. Go ahead. The emperor will not keep you here."
Mo Ling stood up, his eyes returning to their usual calm state.
"If my royal brother has anything to say, please let Lin Yu inform me. I will be back soon."
King Nancheng nodded: "Go quickly, what can happen to me here?"
After Mo Ling left, King Nancheng looked at the wound on his arm, with a somewhat cold smile on his face.
If Mo Ling was still here, he would probably be shocked. He had never seen such a cold King of Nancheng before. Unfortunately, he had already gone to Xuanshi Hall and could not see the King of Nancheng whose temperament had changed drastically.
Mo Ling looked at the people below with an expressionless face and asked in a deep voice: "Did the envoy make any unusual moves?"
Jian Han looked solemn, and said with a folded hand: "Your Majesty, Beirong originally wanted Dayue to give them a reasonable explanation, but after the Grand Master took a look at them, he never said anything again, nor did he cause any trouble to Dayue."
Prime Minister Lu continued, "There were no casualties on the Nanzhao side. The Nanzhao High Priest did not pursue the assassination for Yu'er's sake."
Mo Ling put the memorial down, his eyes solemn: "So only Xiyan has objections to this assassination? What do they want?"
Jian Han nodded and said, "The prince of Western Yan died in the assassination, and the envoy of Western Yan was also seriously injured in the assassination. The envoy of Western Yan demanded that Da Yue compensate them for all their losses, and even demanded that Western Yan give them the two cities that they had offered when they surrendered to commemorate the prince of Western Yan."
Mo Ling's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Absolutely impossible! How dare they ask for compensation from Dayue! Those dancers took out the daggers from the lotus seat brought by Xiyan. I suspect that Xiyan deliberately planned this assassination in an attempt to ruin my birthday banquet."
There was a hint of surprise in Jian Han and Prime Minister Lu's eyes. How could the assassination designed by Xiyan kill the prince of Xiyan for the first time?
Even if those daggers were indeed mixed in the lotus pedestal on which the Prince of Xiyan was dancing, it was highly likely that Xiyan was merely being used, rather than being assassinated as planned by them.
But it has to be said that this is a very good entry point. Xiyan is obviously relying on the death of their prince to bite off a piece of meat from Dayue.
And they could just take advantage of this to turn the tables on Xiyan. After all, if they hadn't hidden the dagger in the lotus platform, their prince wouldn't have been assassinated by the dancer.
Although it sounds a bit far-fetched, the diplomacy of major powers is based on the principle that the strong are respected, and it is normal to be a little assertive sometimes.
The ministers all knew Mo Ling's plan and nodded in agreement.
Soon in a palace in the imperial palace, the envoy of Western Yan was arguing fiercely with the minister of Dai Viet, and seemed very dissatisfied with the way Dai Viet handled the matter.
Well, Jian Han sent out the most rogue censor in the court, the kind of person who would bite off a piece of flesh from anyone he disliked. Of course, the reason why he could always be in the court was not because of his strong background, but because he knew how to judge the situation.
He is very clear about when he can speak and when he cannot speak.
"This assassination was done by you, Xi Yan, but His Majesty is magnanimous and does not intend to pursue your acts of rebellion. Not only did you not stop when you saw the good, but you also tried to seize our Dayue city. How shameless!"
"Nonsense!" The Western Yan envoy was so angry that he was fuming. He stared at the censor with wide eyes and said, "It was you, the Great Yue people, who killed our Western Yan prince, and you actually turned against us! You must give us an explanation for this matter!"
"Explain! Ha, you still want to explain, you are really shameless! You only brought this upon yourselves, yet you still want to put the blame on me, Dayue. It is totally unreasonable!"
"I tell you, it's impossible to blackmail us, Da Yue! You'd better write a confession to our Majesty, and our Majesty will be generous and not pursue the matter. Otherwise, hmph!"
The censor clasped his hands in his arms, looking down at the envoy from Western Yan who was sitting on the chair, his tone as arrogant as possible.
"You! You are slandering us! We in Xiyan will never give up easily. I will tell the king everything you have done!"
"Please do as you please! But you people from Xiyan actually did such a thing in our Great Yue, ruining the Qianqiu Festival of our Majesty, and you dare to be so rampant!"
"Your Majesty has already sent someone to deliver a letter of accusation to Xiyan. If you want to go back, wait for Xiyan to send someone to redeem you!"
The censor snorted, his tone very powerful.
"You! Aren't you afraid that I, Xiyan, will lead our army to seek justice?" the Xiyan envoy shouted with red face.
"Hmm? What are you going to do? Tell me again."
A man wearing a hideous mask appeared in front of everyone, and the censor immediately bowed to him and said, "Greetings, Grand Master."