eurekapd Chapter 203 A Ling is the most obedient
Chapter 203 A Ling is the most obedient
"No one? I gave you a chance."
Feng Jiuqing smiled coldly, his eyes sweeping across all the ministers present, making people's backs chill and their hair stand on end.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Feng Jiuqing withdrew his gaze and suddenly felt someone pulling his hand.
He looked down and saw Mo Ling holding his hands with both hands, looking at him with sparkling eyes and a smile on his face.
"Brother, that's so sweet."
The smile on Feng Jiuqing's lips became a little more sincere. As soon as he glanced over, someone immediately handed him the special snacks made in the palace.
He handed the pastry to Mo Ling, who took it with both hands and smiled sweetly at Feng Jiuqing, saying in a clear voice, "Thank you, brother."
Feng Jiuqing's eyes were filled with tenderness. He touched Mo Ling's head and coaxed him softly, "Be good, eat."
When he looked at his ministers again, the tenderness in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only coldness.
The ministers lowered their heads, sighing in their hearts that the Mo royal family might have come to an end.
At this moment, Feng Jiuqing's majestic voice reached everyone's ears.
"Crown Prince Mo Ling is the son of the late emperor and the legitimate heir of the royal family. He has the appearance of a phoenix and the demeanor of a dragon, as white as ice and snow, and is kind and upright. He is truly the chosen one by heaven. He should carry on the late emperor's will and succeed the throne. All officials in the court should work together to assist the new emperor and ensure the eternal peace of Daiyue!"
Not only the ministers, but even Mo Ling who was eating pastries almost choked.
He lowered his eyes to hide his emotions. What did General Feng mean? He didn't choose any of the other healthy and intelligent princes, but wanted to make a fool like him the emperor? Did he want him to be a puppet so that General Feng could take power?
But no matter what, he was the biggest winner in this palace coup. His hatred towards Feng Jiuqing had already been avenged for him, and he could take back the remaining bits and pieces at any time.
He was not really a fool. Feng Jiuqing helped him to the throne, which was exactly what he wanted. If it weren't for Feng Jiuqing, he would have to gamble his entire fortune to ascend to the throne, and even then he would only have a 50% chance of winning.
Even if he was a puppet, as long as he became the emperor, it would be much better than being an abandoned prince in the cold palace. As for power, he could always get it back. Anyway, everyone knew that he was a fool, so who would guard against a fool?
Mo Ling was stunned for just a moment, then pretended not to understand anything and continued eating his cakes.
"No! His Highness Mo Ling has been idiotic for more than ten years. Everyone in the world knows that he is a fool. How can he ascend the throne and become the emperor?"
"That's right, how can this be done?"
"General Feng, are you trying to use the emperor to control the other princes?"
"How can a fool be an emperor!"
Feng Jiuqing smiled at Mo Ling and said gently, "Be good, close your eyes. Brother will ask you to open them again, okay? If you listen, you will have candy."
"Uh-huh."
Mo Ling nodded and closed his eyes obediently, "A Ling is the most obedient."
Feng Jiuqing blocked Mo Ling's eyes with his hands. His eyes were icy cold and his voice was filled with a lingering chill.
"If I hear you say the word 'stupid' again, I will kill you without mercy!"
At the same time, all the Youyun soldiers drew their swords, which flashed coldly in the firelight, like a long-thirsty beast that was ready to tear open the neck and drink blood at any time.
Feng Jiuqing's eyes were like sharp blades, falling on everyone, causing beads of cold sweat to appear on their foreheads.
Feng Jiuqing snorted coldly, but his voice was unusually gentle: "His Majesty Mo Ling is already over 20 years old and still has no name. Today I will give him a name, Yan. May my Great Yue be peaceful and prosperous."
Feng Jiuqing changed the subject and said coldly: "If anyone has any objections to your majesty ascending the throne, just speak up. After all, I am not an unreasonable person."
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Feng Jiuqing was determined to make Mo Ling the emperor, but there were always people who refused to believe it.
Duke Wei's cousin, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites, bowed to Feng Jiuqing and said, "General, His Highness Mo Cheng is also the blood of the late emperor, and he and His Highness Mo Ling are born from the same mother. His Highness Mo Cheng is very talented and is probably more suitable to be the emperor than His Highness Mo Ling. Please think twice."
Feng Jiuqing was not angry at all. Instead, he thought about it thoughtfully and said, "It seems reasonable. If anyone else thinks that His Highness is suitable to be the emperor, why not speak up together?"
The man was delighted and winked at his companions. Several people came out one after another and said that Mo Cheng was worthy of being the emperor.
Others also stood up and cited other princes as examples. The groups soon quarreled and even fought. After all, this was the merit of following the emperor. If the prince they supported ascended the throne, they would benefit from it and everyone would benefit.
But more ministers remained silent. After all, the greater the reward, the greater the risk. Compared with the merit of following the emperor and losing one's own life and property, one's life is more important.
Mo Ling continued to eat the cake in small bites. Feng Jiuqing blocked his eyes. His eyelashes were like a small brush, shaking constantly in Feng Jiuqing's palm.
Mo Ling didn't know what the final result would be, or whether Feng Jiuqing would choose someone else, but he was sure that as long as Feng Jiuqing wanted to set up a puppet, no one would be more suitable than him.
Feng Jiuqing looked coldly at the group of ministers who had lost all their manners. From the evidence he collected, none of these people were good people. At the very least, they committed crimes, and at the worst, they did all kinds of bad things. Now that they fell into his hands, he could use them as an example to scare the monkeys.
"Since you are disrespecting the new emperor, you are committing treason. You deserve death. Come, execute him on the spot!"
"Yes!"
The Youyun Army took action immediately. Those people were originally dreaming of high positions and generous salaries, but when they suddenly heard Feng Jiuqing's words, their faces instantly turned pale.
"We are all important officials in the court. Why do you want to kill us?"
"General, please spare my life! General, please spare my life!"
"I have no objection to His Highness Mo Ling ascending the throne, General!"
Feng Jiuqing said coldly: "Kill!"
"what--"
The warm blood splashed on the other ministers. The timid ones fainted directly, and even the brave ones turned pale and lowered their heads like quails, not daring to speak.
Mo Ling seemed to be frightened by the tragic scream and shuddered. Hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes unconsciously and fell into Feng Jiuqing's hands.
Feng Jiuqing gently wiped away Mo Ling's tears and glanced at those people, "Clean it up."
Then he stood in front of Mo Ling, blocking the bright blood color behind him, loosened his hand and touched Mo Ling's head, his voice as gentle as it could be.
"Be good, don't be afraid, brother won't hurt you."
Mo Ling looked at Feng Jiuqing with a confused look, his eyes clear.
"Brother, A Ling is afraid."
Feng Jiuqing smiled gently and said softly: "Don't be afraid, Yan'er, brother will protect Yan'er."
"Who is Yan'er?" Mo Ling looked at Feng Jiuqing blankly and asked softly.
Feng Jiuqing pinched Mo Ling's face, thinking how could Ah Xun be so cute. It was against the rules to act cute with such a face, so he had to be taught an unforgettable lesson, so Feng Jiuqing pinched Mo Ling's face until it turned red.
"It's you. Is the new name your brother gave you nice?"