How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

Chapter 302 The Disabled Prince's Substitute Princess 15

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Baili Hongxuan frowned and struggled to get up, but Mo Yang grabbed his waist and pressed him down on his legs.

"Let go, I don't want to be here anymore."

Mo Yang was so angry at Hong Xuan's behavior of running away that he laughed, "Why? Do you find me annoying?"

"Yes," Baili Hongxuan tried his best to pry the hand away from his waist, but he didn't dare to use all his strength for fear of hurting Mo Yang, "I'm so annoyed, you're the most annoying!"

He sincerely promised to protect him, but this guy was still dissatisfied as if he was sick and kept asking inexplicable questions!

How many people in this world can Baili Hongxuan protect with his life?

Mo Yang is such an annoying person!

"Is Hongxuan angry?"

Mo Yang was like holding down an angry kitten that was scratching people everywhere. He held him to prevent him from moving and coaxed him.

"Then think about it, Hongxuan. I really want to give you everything I have. Are you unwilling to accept it and ask me some weird questions? Are you even trying to stop me?"

"Huh?" Baili Hongxuan was stunned for a moment, then stopped flapping his arms and legs. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Hongxuan, do you think I'm an idiot who takes out all my belongings when I meet someone and asks him if he wants them?"

"..."

A man who can lead troops and win on the battlefield should not be an idiot...

Baili Hongxuan's mind was in a mess and he couldn't make sense of anything.

Mo Yang just looked at him, waiting for him to figure it out.

The two were silent for a long time.

Finally, Baili Hongxuan spoke first, "If you want to give it to me, I will take it."

Baili Hongxuan silently put the key in his hand back into the box, closed the lid and held it in his arms, "At least I won't lose out."

"Well," Mo Yang was slightly satisfied and continued to check his level of awareness, "Then let me ask you, what do you think of An Shiquan sending people to force his way into Prince Zhan's mansion?"

"Of course he wants to vent An Zuo's anger," Baili Hongxuan stole a glance at Mo Yang and continued, "But he is not strong enough to pose a threat to us."

Mo Yang was easily pleased by Baili Hongxuan's "we" and continued to ask with a wooden face, "Then tell me, if we go to the palace banquet tomorrow and An Shiquan wants to vent his anger for his son and asks me to hand you over, what will you do?"

"He can't beat me." Baili Hongxuan replied confidently, lowering his head and touching the wooden box in his arms.

Mo Yang was so angry at his words that he couldn't breathe. He gritted his teeth and said, "So, you want me to hand you over?"

"You won't," Baili Hongxuan shook his head calmly.

"Oh?" Hope rekindled in Mo Yang's eyes, and he could hardly control the corners of his mouth that rose, "Why wouldn't I know how to do that?"

Baili Hongxuan gave him a look of looking at a fool, "Your property is with me, I will live and die with the palace now, do you want to seek your own death?"

"..."

Well, he knew that he would live and die with the palace, but he didn’t even mention Mo Yang!

Mo Yang looked at the person on his lap and wanted to speak, but he just didn't know what to say to him.

So after all his efforts, he finally figured out that he and that broken box would live and die together? !

But at least I know I won't send him away, and my Hongxuan has made progress...

Mo Yang comforted himself in his heart and tried very hard to vent his anger.

"Okay," Mo Yang pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, loosened his hand and pushed Baili Hongxuan, "Take your box and go back to your room to sleep."

He couldn't let go of this anger today...

"Oh." Baili Hongxuan got off his legs and held the wooden box obediently.

Mo Yang now had a headache when he saw the wooden box, so he simply closed his eyes and forced himself to isolate himself. "Go, I'll wake you up tomorrow morning."

Baili Hongxuan took two steps outside, turned around to look at Mo Yang who was still sitting there with his eyes closed and worried, and asked kindly, "What about you? Aren't you going to sleep?"

Mo Yang exhaled, opened his eyes, thought for a moment and replied, "I still have some official business to deal with, so I'll be back later."

"Don't stay too late," Baili Hongxuan warned, "otherwise you will be tired tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the study without hesitation.

Mo Yang half-collapsed in the chair in despair, as if all his energy had been sucked out.

"What's going on? Has my Hongxuan's love brain been eaten by zombies?! Or am I no longer attractive to him?"

[Uh...] Xiao Qi pulled the corners of his lips dryly, [Well..., doesn't the Emperor treat you very differently? ]

In Xiao Qi's eyes, Emperor Hongxuan clearly treats Mo Yang differently. Don't they hold hands wherever they go now?

Xiao Qi didn't understand what Mo Yang was struggling with.

"How can they be the same?!" Mo Yang was so angry that he sat up, "In his heart, I am not as good as a box!"

In the past, Mo Yang would have gone to Hongxuan to make trouble.

Now, he can only be depressed in the study alone...

Mo Yang felt a breath of depression stuck in his chest, and he felt listless.

He looked like he was going to sit here till dawn in a rage.

But thinking about the result of being angry with Hongxuan last time, Mo Yang very tactfully suppressed this idea.

I don't know how long he sat there, Mo Yang sighed all the way as he slowly moved back to the main courtyard, still thinking in his mind how to make his own Hongxuan come to his senses.

The lights in the bedroom in the yard were off. Mo Yang stood at the door for a while, trying to assess the possibility of going in directly and forcing himself on Hong Xuan without being stabbed with a knife.

In the end, reason prevailed. He and Hongxuan were obviously a loving couple, so why did they have to make a bloody scene? It was not good.

Hongxuan is just slow in coming to terms with things. As long as he is guided well, Mo Yang still has hope of seeing his son Hongxuan's love-stricken mind come to light before his 60th birthday.

Mo Yang took a deep breath, found countless excuses for himself, and finally took a step, turned a corner and went to the guest room.

There was only a dim night light in the guest room. Mo Yang did not give any special instructions, and no one would think that Mo Yang would sleep here every day, so naturally no one would leave any other lights on here.

Mo Yang was in a bad mood, his mind was in a mess, and he was dazed even when he was washing and getting ready. He simply rinsed his mouth and washed himself outside in the moonlight, then went back to the house to lie down.

Mo Yang didn't think much about it at first, but as soon as he entered the room, he suddenly heard a very slight noise, which made him pause for a moment.

He frowned subconsciously, calmed down and felt it, and indeed detected the presence of a second person in the room.

Mo Yang easily ruled out assassins who wanted to kill him, because if they could get here, there would be no movement in the mansion.

And if they really wanted to harm Mo Yang, they should have taken action long ago as he was completely unprepared after entering the room.

If he is not an assassin, the only one who can enter his room at this time is——

When Mo Yang thought of another possibility, he couldn't control the corners of his mouth. He put down what he was holding and walked quickly towards the bed.

In the dim light, Mo Yang saw at a glance a small bulge on the bed, which was only more obvious when it was covered up.

The person under the quilt seemed to be trying his best to curl himself up into a ball to reduce his presence.