After rebirth, the daughter of the genius doctor went crazy

"You...you are so sharp-tongued and you don't know what you are talking about!"

Tong Yeming was speechless after hearing what Rushi said. He didn't expect that it would be so difficult to deal with even a maid under her to get her essence!

"I wonder if the prince has ever checked in the second young lady's room?"

Rushi asked even more aggressively.

"Of course not. How can I, a king of such status, dare to enter a boudoir?"

Tong Yeming felt annoyed when he thought of Mo Yaner's face, which was beautiful but revealed her greed, and answered without thinking.

"What is the prince's status now? Doesn't it mean that my lady's boudoir is not a boudoir?" Rushi retorted: "Does the prince intend to bully my lady?"

"You..." Tong Yeming was speechless for a moment. He stared at Rushi angrily for a long while, then opened his thin lips and said, "Could it be that the assassin is in your house? That's why you are so unwilling to stop him?"

"Your Majesty, although I am only a servant, I will not allow anyone to speak nonsense to me. Everyone is here tonight. To prove my innocence, please search my room first!"

Rushi's face suddenly changed, and a fierce look flashed across her beautiful eyes, so fast that it was unpredictable, and Tong Yeming almost thought it was an illusion.

In his heart, he was secretly wondering how a maid could have such a sinister look. He could not mistake the murderous aura that emanated from her just now.

He couldn't help but become more curious about Mo Lishang!

"Rushi, please don't be rude. Please let King Chen come in."

A gurgling sound like a spring came from inside the door, which was like the sound of nature from the sky and alleviated Tong Yeming's embarrassment.

"Humph!"

He shook his sleeves, ignored Rushi, and walked away.

As soon as the door was opened, although it was bright as day inside as he expected, he never expected so many maids and servants to be kneeling inside, shouting in unison: "Long live the prince!"

Now his face was darker than coal. He was still one step behind, and she had the upper hand in the game against Mo Lishang.

"What does Miss Mo mean?"

He pointed at the maids and old women on the ground and looked at Mo Lishang with a forced smile.

"Your Highness came to my little girl's room so late at night, which was unexpected. The general's mansion is so small and simple that we are afraid that we will not be able to entertain you well, so these people are here to serve Your Highness."

Mo Lishang's words were so effective that they showed that she had already understood the true meaning of Tong Yeming's actions, while also saving Tong Yeming's face. After all, it was not acceptable for him to abuse his power for personal gain.

He stared at Mo Lishang blankly, and met her knowing eyes. The two exchanged glances several times, and finally he withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "This king likes peace and quiet and does not like to have so many people serving him."

"Could it be that the prince is not here to catch the assassin but to hide away from the public?"

There was a glimmer of anger in Mo Lisha's eyes. Tong Yeming would not give up until he achieved his goal!

Seeing the teasing and mocking flashing in Mo Lishang's eyes, Tong Yeming felt a little embarrassed. He pointed at the maids and said angrily: "Of course, we are going to catch the assassin. Now all of you get out of here. I want to search carefully."

The maids and servants looked at each other, then at Tong Yeming's face and then at Mo Lishang's face, feeling torn. They could not resist the imperial power, and they dared not offend Mo Lishang, their breadwinner and clother. Now they all complained bitterly in their hearts.

"Why don't we ask the prince's personal soldiers to come in and look for him?"

Mo Lishang glanced coldly at Tong Yeming, with sarcasm evident in his words.

"Miss, don't you know how to avoid suspicion?"

Hearing Mo Lishang's words, Tong Yeming suddenly seemed to see dozens of personal soldiers searching everywhere in her boudoir. He became furious as if his belongings had been spied on.

Mo Lishang didn't say anything, but looked at Tong Yeming with a smile.

There was a lot of meaning in his smile, which clearly meant that as a prince, he could disregard etiquette and avoid suspicion, so why would he care about those illiterate and uncultured people?

"This king is different!"

He blurted it out without thinking.

"What's the difference?" Mo Lishang said calmly: "Isn't the prince a man?"

Tong Yeming: ...

"You! Mo Lishang, do you insist on competing with me?"

Tong Yeming was so angry that he slammed the table so hard that a corner of it broke. Could it be that in her heart, he had the same importance as those people?

He was a prince, a prince who made the women in the capital go crazy and scrambled to marry him as a wife or concubine! Those people were just ordinary people like grass, how could she ignore him like this! There was no place for him in her heart!

At this moment he hated her. He hated why she was not as vain as the women he hated, as infatuated as the women he disliked, as brainless as the women he despised, and would scream and faint at the sight of his eyes like the women he disdained!

How much he hoped at this moment that she had all the bad habits of those women, even though he hated such women so much, as long as she was her!

But she is not!

She is always as lofty as a mountain, as holy as a lotus, and as calm as the clouds and breeze. It seems as if everything is under her control and everyone else is looking up to her!

Tong Yeming was so furious that he couldn't control himself. He didn't even realize that the reason he was angry was because he cared subconsciously. If he found out, he would be even more terrified!

At this time, her graceful and elegant voice, as leisurely as a light cloud and as graceful as a distant sail, reached his ears. Her tone contained three parts sincerity, three parts ridicule, and four parts warning:

"Your Highness, you are wrong. It is not me who wants to compete with you, but you are competing with yourself. However, you have forgotten that some things can be competed for, but some things cannot be competed for. It is like the flowers in the garden. Although they are beautiful, some can be picked, but some cannot be picked."

“Why can’t we pick it?”

He suppressed his anger and spoke in a deep voice.

"Because some flowers have poisonous thorns. If you pick them and keep them by your side, you might get pricked by them accidentally, and then it would be terrible..."

She smiled, her smile was light and ethereal, but it was like a flower of the other shore that came from hell, making Tong Yeming feel dazed for a moment, as if he could see through layers of mist, but he couldn't see the truth about her hidden in it!

What kind of woman is she?

Sometimes kind, sometimes plain, sometimes seductive, sometimes treacherous, sometimes wise, sometimes cunning, sometimes vicious...

Has she really just been recuperating in the martial arts world in the past few years? For some reason, her figure was somewhat repeated with the fairy and the demon. His eyes suddenly narrowed, his eyelids twitched, and the look he gave her became as deep as the sea, boundless.

After a while, he slowly said: "Then I will cut off all her poisonous stings!"

"Haha...Your Majesty is in a high position in the government, and you have a natural talent. Have you forgotten the truth that even if wildfires cannot burn everything, spring breezes will bring new life? As long as it is a poisonous flower, it is full of poison. What's the point of cutting off the thorns? It's better to treat it well and give it to others. Maybe it will achieve unexpected results."

At this moment, Mo Lishang smiled gracefully, like a lotus flower stretching out enchantingly in the rain, charming yet pure, full of contradictory charm. Her elegance and grace made people completely ignore her ordinary appearance, which made Tong Yeming confused for a moment, and his heart was suddenly moved, and he fell into a brief confusion again.

Suddenly, his face changed color slightly. Was his arrival today a plan for her or did he fall into her trap?

At this moment he became uncertain. After thinking about it, he turned around suddenly and wanted to leave.

He raised his foot but hesitated: once he took this step, there would never be such a good opportunity again! To want to get Mo Lishang was nothing but a foolish dream. He knew that she was definitely not someone Mo Wen could control, but he was really unwilling to give up such a scheming woman to others...

But nothing can go as planned in life. You have to be willing to give up something, whether you are reluctant or not!

He hardened his heart again and took a few steps towards the door. At this moment, he thought it through. It would be better to be her friend than to be her enemy. There are many women, so there is no need to create a strong enemy for this, and an enemy who is as elusive as the wind!

Even though his heart was clamoring to take her under his wings, as a superior he could not follow his heart, but could only move forward in the direction that would be most beneficial!

But he didn't know that he and she were destined to be enemies in this life and could never stand on the same side!

"I hope Miss Mo will take care of herself."

He glanced at Mo Lishang coldly, grabbed the door lintel, lowered his head and was about to go out.

"Hmm..." A voice similar to a dream came from the bed, causing everyone's face to change drastically. The servants were so frightened that they dared not look at Mo Lishang's face.

"Huh!" Tong Yeming turned around suddenly, his eyes swept across the bed curtain, and then he stared at Mo Lishang's face with a sharp gaze.

She had a calm face, not a wave of excitement, and stood there expressionlessly, letting the rain fall and the wind blow, she was at peace...

"Miss Mo, can you explain what happened on the bed?"

Tong Yeming was furious, as if he had caught his wife cheating on him. His face looked extremely ugly. He walked to the bedside angrily and wanted to reach out to pull open the bed curtain.

"Slow down!" Her clear voice stopped his movements. She opened her eyes and said, "Prince Chen, this is my bed. If you open it like this, will I still be able to be a human being in the future?"

"Then how do you explain that you're hiding a man in your bed? Are you still a human being?"

The eerie voice was like an ancient death knell, carrying anger, disappointment, and hatred.

"Man?" Mo Lishang laughed contemptuously, and then asked back: "How did the prince know for sure that there was a man on the bed?"

"If it's not a man, then it's a woman?"

"Your Highness, the world always says that you are upright and magnanimous, but today I am greatly disappointed. It turns out that Prince Chen cannot distinguish right from wrong, and does things subjectively and entirely based on his own assumptions. No wonder..."

"No wonder?" He asked angrily, his heart moved.

"No wonder his prestige among the people is not as high as that of the Qing king."

Mo Lishang smiled faintly, revealing infinite innocence, and her two curved eyebrows were like a crescent moon, revealing an ethereal and pure feeling far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

But Tong Yeming knew that she did it on purpose. Beneath her pure smile lay the nature of a devil, and she was intentionally trying to stab him in the heart!

"What did you say!"

He knew he should respond indifferently, but he couldn't control himself and yelled out loudly, almost roaring.

All along, people have compared him to the King of Qing, and he has always remained calm and unpredictable. But when these words came out of her lips, he felt that all his self-restraint had left him, all his composure no longer existed, all his rationality flew away in an instant, and only loss of composure and anger surrounded him!

"Do you think you can get cocky just because you hooked up with the Qing King?"

With a thunderous momentum, he strode towards Mo Lishang, gradually enveloping her slender body under his huge and majestic shadow. The powerful pressure spread out at once, making many servants tremble in fear and dare not breathe...

His bony fingers stretched out like claws from hell, and he grasped her smooth chin with cruelty. He ignored her gasping for air in pain and slowly increased the force:

"I'm telling you, I'm the son that my father loves the most. My mother is the noble Consort Shu, the concubine that my father loves the most. The mother of Prince Qing is only a concubine, and she died eight hundred years ago. What do you think he can use to compete with me?!"

There was a purple mark on her chin, but she smiled brightly, but her eyes showed sarcasm. She opened her red lips and whispered: