The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Tuoba Xuan stared at the scroll in front of him, slowly closed his eyes, and finally walked over and sat down on the chair.

He knew that his behavior just now was nothing but helpless rage after resistance was ineffective, and it could not change anything.

He could either die here, or... be obedient, draw this picture of mountains and rivers and present it to Mo Xiao with both hands, thus getting rid of his gloomy life and trampling all those who once looked down on and bullied him under his feet.

At the same time, you become Mo Xiao's dog and must obey him for the rest of your life and never resist again.

Tuoba Xuan looked at the blank scroll in front of him with a pair of red eyes. He didn't know how long it had passed. He picked up the pen again. This time he didn't throw it away, but put down the first stroke very slowly.

"You can't blame me..."

Tuoba Xuan's hair was hanging in a messy manner, covering his face completely, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, and those eyes were full of madness.

"They are all your sons, why do you only care about the eldest brother and treat me like a lowly slave? Is it because my mother is Han Chinese? But the eldest son you care about, what kind of person is he? If you hand the royal court over to him, he will ruin the future of the royal court sooner or later... Instead of this, you might as well give him to me."

"I will lead the people to live a peaceful life and let our throne be passed down from generation to generation. It will never be destroyed in my hands. I will prove to you that I am the best."

……

As he muttered, Tuoba Xuan wrote faster and faster, and the picture of mountains and rivers in his hand had begun to take shape.

He said he couldn't paint pictures of mountains and rivers, but that was just a perfunctory statement to Mo Xiao. In fact, his landscape paintings were better than his pictures of beauties.

Gradually, Tuoba Xuan entered a state of trance. He could see and hear nothing except the picture of mountains and rivers in front of him.

The soldier who had been guarding outside the door looked at him for a while, then turned around and answered Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao had just received Lin Jiuqing's letter and had already read it, but now he was holding it in his hands and reading it for the second time.

Without even looking up, he asked the soldiers kneeling on the ground: "How is Tuoba Xuan?"

The soldier said quickly, "I sat there all night, and in the morning I got really angry. I tore up the scroll and smashed the writing brush and ink..."

Mo Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

The soldier quickly said, "We followed His Majesty's orders and presented the scroll and the writing brush again. Tuoba Xuan was stunned for a moment and was about to tear it apart, but for some reason he suddenly stopped."

"He seemed to know that resistance was useless, so he gave in and has already started painting."

When Mo Xiao heard this, the corners of his lips curled up and he said with a smile: "I thought he would have to tear a few more scrolls before he came to his senses. Now it seems that he is smart. No wonder he can survive his father's indifference and his brother's suppression."

Lu An on the side said softly: "If you don't have this ability, it will be difficult to survive in such an environment."

Mo Xiao hummed and ordered, "Keep a close eye on him, and make sure he doesn't go short of delicious food and drinks. You must serve our Second Prince well, and there must not be any mistakes."

The soldier bowed his head and said, "Yes."

After they left, Lu An looked up at Mo Xiao who was sitting there reading a letter, and was somewhat speechless: "Your Majesty, this letter... you have been reading it for a long time, but is there anything wrong with it?"