Reborn to abuse the scumbag, the demon queen destroyed her ex-husband's entire family

"What do you want to ask?"

Emperor Dalong looked at the person in front of him and finally sat down. He supported his forehead and spoke weakly.

After all, he still prefers Mu Bo.

Seeing that Emperor Dalong had given in, Mu Bo immediately raised his head and spoke anxiously.

"Father, do you want to depose me, your son, from the position of Crown Prince?"

Mu Bo was still afraid of his father. He went from being full of confidence at the beginning to his voice becoming smaller and smaller. The reason was very simple. He saw the increasingly cold look in Emperor Dalong's eyes.

Emperor Dalong was looking at his son whom he had doted on since childhood and he could not believe that he could ask such a question in front of him.

"What did you say?"

Emperor Dalong walked slowly in front of Mu Bai. The huge sense of oppression made Mu Bai unable to help but crawl back a few steps on his knees. He looked at Emperor Dalong with his eyes shrinking constantly.

"I……"

Snapped!

Before Mu Bo could say anything else, he felt his head spinning and then fell at his father's feet. The left side of his face first felt numb, and then there was a sharp stinging pain.

The slap was so strong that it was enough to stop Mu Bo's brain from moving. He crawled on the ground, staring blankly at the hem of Emperor Dalong's clothes. He still hadn't reacted to the fact that his father had slapped him.

From childhood to adulthood, his father was almost reluctant to hit him. Even when he made a mistake, he would just lecture him. But today he actually slapped him in the face. Mu Bo slowly turned his head, his eyes full of disbelief.

In fact, Emperor Dalong regretted his decision the moment he took action. Looking at the increasingly obvious red and swollen cheek on Mu Bo's left face, and the corner of his mouth that was already bleeding, he felt distressed.

He also regretted it. He regretted not only the slap he had given his son, but also the fact that he valued his son so much, but spoiled him and doted on him, causing him to grow up to be such a good-for-nothing.

Qingxu and I had put in so much effort, but Mu Bo didn't reflect on himself or herself. Instead, he came to me and asked me if I didn't want him to be the crown prince anymore.

If he really wanted to get rid of Mu Bo, why would he go to so much trouble to ask Qingxu for such an idea?

"Father..."

When Mu Bo spoke again, there was no fear in his voice, but a bit more insight. In his opinion, the slap from his father was like a declaration to him that he would no longer be favored from today. In time, he would be driven out of the harem, or exiled to the frontier and never allowed to return to the capital like his second brother, or he would be driven to a place far away from the capital and become a prince in name only, guarding his own small piece of land.

No matter what the result is, it will not allow him to get any closer to the highest power. He absolutely cannot allow the throne of the emperor to fall into the hands of others in the future.

Dalongdi restrained his impulse to help Mu Bo up, because he knew from now on that his previous favoritism towards Mu Bo was wrong. He must not spoil Mu Bo anymore, and sometimes he needed to let him suffer a little.

He couldn't make any more mistakes in educating Muber.

If Mu Bo took his kindness for granted, then perhaps Minister Yang was right and Mu Bo was not a material for the emperor. If this was true, then he would have to start choosing someone else as his successor.

Dalongdi's head began to hurt more and more, and it felt like something was running around madly in his brain. He held on to the table and sat back at his desk.

"get out."

These two words exhausted all of Dalongdi's strength. He no longer had the energy to lose his temper with Mu Bo. Now he just wanted to have a good rest, and the farther this evil son was from him, the better.

Mu Bo stared at Dalongdi intently, his eyes full of greed and hatred. But Dalongdi didn't see this.

"My son, please retire..."

Mu Bo said the last sentence with gritted teeth.

After Mu Bo left, Emperor Dalong's bedroom returned to peace again, leaving Emperor Dalong alone to endure the splitting headache.

Mu Bai rushed out of Emperor Dalong's bedroom in a hurry, and Mu Bai's followers who were waiting at the door saw the blinking palm print on Mu Bai's face at a glance. In addition, they saw the embarrassed eunuch chief steward who came out just before Mu Bai. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that there must be a conflict between father and son.

The followers did not dare to ask more questions and lowered their heads, pretending not to see Mu Bo's miserable condition.

"Where is my master? Is my master in the palace?"

Mu Bo had a bad look on his face at this time, and it seemed that if he was a little unhappy, he would pick one of them to kill to vent his anger. The leading follower immediately stepped forward and responded in a low voice.

"Your Highness, Taoist Qingxu is now in the alchemy room."

"Take me to find the master."

"Yes."

……

Not until the noise of carriages and horses disappeared into the night did Minister Yang come out from behind the pillar beside the door of Emperor Dalong's bedroom. He had seen and guessed some of what had just happened, and had a general understanding of the whole thing.

……

"Master! Master!"

Mu Bai rushed into the alchemy room again in a hurry, looking for Qingxu everywhere. The huge noise he made made Qingxu, who was sitting in meditation in the inner room, couldn't help but frown.

After opening his eyes, he walked to the door and pushed it open.

"What's the matter?"

When Mu Bai saw Qingxu's unfriendly expression, he still felt guilty for a moment. After all, Qingxu had just told him not long ago that as long as he behaved like a prince during this period, stopped living a life of debauchery, and appropriately shared the worries of his father, everything would naturally be solved. However, because he was too anxious, he did not do as Qingxu asked.

Mu Bo walked up to Qingxu and bowed obediently.

"Master, is there any way for me to take the throne as soon as possible?"

Mu Bo's arrogant words made Qingxu open his eyes wide all of a sudden. He stared at the person in front of him. There was no other emotion when he said this. It was just like chatting normally, except for the greed for power that could not be concealed in Mu Bo's eyes.

Mu Bo blinked blankly when he saw his calm face suddenly shattered by emotions, and he didn't seem to think there was anything strange about what he said.

"Master?"

"Come in and talk."

Mu Bai glanced behind him and after making sure that Mu Bai was the only one there, he turned sideways with a cold face and motioned Mu Bai to go into the inner room. In Mu Bai's view, this was a sign that Qingxu was willing to help him think of a solution, so he immediately walked into the inner room with joy.

"Master, I..."

Just as Mu Bo was about to ask another question, he saw Qingxu raised his eyebrows and stared at him, and the words on his lips paused.

"Do you know what you are talking about!"

Qingxu really didn't expect Mu Bo to be so bold. He was thinking about how to usurp the throne while the old emperor was still alive. Just when Qingxu got closer, he discovered the glaring slap mark on the left side of Mu Bo's face.