After rebirth, the regent thought about the following crimes every day

Why shouldn't he feel guilty?

Why don't you admit your mistake?

Why don't you listen to yourself?

"I heard that you are very close to the regent? What, you still want to make your father more angry and transfer your anger to me?"

She took a breath, suppressed her anger, and asked sarcastically.

"Your hand is stretched too far. If you want to live a stable life, it's best to stay in Wuhui Palace, plant flowers and feed fish.

"If this trace of my kindness to you is wiped out, I won't have to step into this palace of no return in the future.

"Mother, you can give it a try, I will do what I say.

"After all, I am a white-eyed wolf in your eyes. I am a wolf-hearted person. How can I care about what others say about me?"

Jun Changque said calmly, word for word.

Concubine Shu had never been threatened by him so coldly before. She was stunned for a moment and sneered.

"You have strong wings. Do you think you can make your father look at you differently after being away for a few years? Hehe, you are too naive."

"Jun Changxiao is the most favored prince, and you still want to compete with Queen Yue's biological son for the crown prince position."

"You don't even look at how much you weigh. You are so capable. Why don't you let the emperor return to the palace without seeing you?"

When mentioning her master, Queen Yue, Concubine Shu always looked like she wanted to crush her to pieces.

But when she was arguing with Jun Changxiao, Concubine Shu always felt that she was not worthy to compare with him.

Any thought flashed through his mind, and he tried his best to capture it. If he didn't think of it, he didn't think about it again.

After Jun Changque finished speaking, he turned around and walked out: "Since my mother and concubine are so energetic, I will feel relieved."

"You stop."

Behind her was Concubine Shu's angry voice.

She got up and chased him to the door, only seeing a piece of his clothes.

Anger boils in my heart.

The two maids cautiously brought in tea, snacks and fruits, and squatted on the ground to collect the leftovers.

Concubine Shu gasped slightly to suppress her anger, fluttered her sleeves and turned around.

When passing by the maids, the two maids trembled.

"What? I can eat people?"

She raised her hand to pick up the hot tea on the side and threw it on the maid as usual.

Thinking of what Jun Changque said before, he didn't throw it out after all.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me." The maid cried and kowtowed.

"Get out."

Concubine Shu scolded impatiently.

"Yes."

The maid quickly packed up her things and lowered her head to leave.

"Wait a minute, I asked the imperial kitchen to prepare food. You have people deliver it to His Highness the Third Highness."

The maid didn't feel surprised when she heard Concubine Shu's instructions.

After the empress beat and scolded His Highness, she would have someone make some delicious food for him, probably to appease him.

In order to prevent His Highness from completely hating me.

After all, she is her biological mother, how can she ignore her so easily.

It was not until Concubine Shu had calmed down that the servants who had not returned to the palace were completely relaxed.

I don't know when the emperor will come and never return to the palace, so there is no need to be frightened.

*

When Mo Yanzhuo entered the palace, he saw Jun Changque who was preparing to leave the palace in the imperial garden.

His face was cold, and on his fair skin, you could see an obvious dark blue under his eyes.

He looked just like the time he saw him outside the Imperial Study Room in his previous life.

At that time, he could still see the anger and irritability in his eyes.

This belated injury, at this time, he only felt indifferent and indifferent.

A dark light flashed in Mo Yanzhuo's eyes, and he walked forward quickly.

When Jun Changque saw him, he nodded lightly as a greeting.

The moment the two of them were separated, Mo Yanzhuo grabbed his wrist and looked into his questioning eyes.

Mo Yanzhuo said: "You are injured, go to the Tai Hospital."

Jun Changque frowned, raised his hand to touch the corners of his eyes, and hissed lightly.

A little swollen.

"It's okay. Is there anything wrong with the regent coming to the palace?"

Mo Yanzhuo stared at him, listening to his intimidating tone that he was not willing to let her interfere with his affairs, and held his wrist with no intention of stopping.

Jun Changque sighed: "Okay."

There was a doctor in the Third Prince's Mansion, and he originally planned to ask someone to see him when he went back.

Just because he didn't hide before, it didn't mean that he wanted it to hurt and torture him painfully.

The helpless tone swept away the previous coldness.

It has gained some popularity.

Mo Yan's eyebrows and eyes relaxed, like snow lotus blooming in the clear, shining brightly.

Same as his name.

"Go to the palace."

Yun Cong has been staying in the palace and recently developed many high-quality wound medicines.

His frank invitation was just pure concern.

Jun Changque turned his head to look at him and laughed softly.

"No, the regent is highly valued by the father and relied on by the eldest prince. I, the despised prince, will not join in the fun."

He said it calmly, without the sadness of self-pity.

Mo Yanzhuo felt a little astringent in his heart. He pursed his lips, remained silent for a moment, and said softly: "It's not a matter of importance."

"What?" He didn't hear clearly.

He continued: "It's taking advantage."

When he was attacked from behind by Jun Changxiao in his last life, he knew that the plan was not a momentary impulse of anger, but a premeditated elimination.

When he came back in this life, he found a secret edict in the secret niche of the Jinluan Palace, which was the edict left to Jun Changxiao.

Even if the sneak attack was not successful, the secret decree would still let him die.

Both father and son have the same character, they are both suspicious by nature, fearing that others will be concerned about their throne.

Even if he is the sworn brother of Queen Moon, he is not allowed to threaten the existence of the throne.

While sitting in the room belonging to Mo Yanzhuo in the Prince Regent's Mansion, waiting for the medicine to be applied, Jun Changque still didn't know why he followed him.

Just because I went to Qingluo Xiaozhu with him before, the people in the palace might have suspected that he was usurping the throne.

At this moment, I clearly knew that there would be trouble, so I turned around and the godman was here.

With personalities like theirs, they won't let anyone enter their personal space easily, no matter how familiar the person is.

The person who treated him three years ago was Mo Yanzhuo's man, who had good medical skills.

It was him who came now.

The secret guard Gui Ying inquired about Yun Cong's name.

He watched Mo Yanzhuo take the ointment from Yun Cong's hand and stand in front of him.

Jun Changque raised his eyes and looked at him: "...?"

Mo Yanzhuo opened the medicine bottle with a natural expression, moved closer, and raised his hand to reach the corner of his eyes.

There was no flaw in the enlarged face. Jun Changque leaned back and said urgently: "I will do it myself."

"do not move."

The clear voice carried a touch of pressure, and the cold fingertips fell on his face.

His cold, lotus-like scent lingered in his nose.

Jun Changque kept leaning back, frowning slightly, and asked him to apply the medicine.

I don't understand at all how the regent, who has always had a mysophobia and seems gentle but actually indifferent, could condescend to give medicine to an unsightly person.

Mo Yanzhuo applied the medicine seriously at first, then slowly slowed down his movements, and his fingers stopped moving for a moment.

"how?"

Jun Changque's sudden voice brought him back to his senses. He curled his fingers and slowly took them back: "It's nothing, that's it."

After the aura lingering around him left, Jun Changque sat up straight and breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no feeling at all where the medicine was applied. He raised his hand to touch it. When he saw the water on the table, he picked it up and looked down at the reflection in the water.

The medicine is really effective, and the swelling has subsided within a short time.

Mo Yanzhuo sat next to him, with a small table between them. He quietly capped the medicine bottle and placed it on the table.

He didn't say anything, just rubbed Yujue on his waist slowly.

The atmosphere felt strange for no reason.

Jun Changque was about to say that he was leaving, but he spoke first.

"Three years ago, you said you would give me some good medicine for wounds."