Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 140 The tyrant is afraid of guilt (44)
Yun Miao was a little amused, and stretched out her hand to pinch his face: "I heard that you are the one who killed your father?"

"This is definitely a rumor."

"It's obvious that my brothers were greedy for the chair under his buttocks, and they fought to the death one by one. I don't know who couldn't hold back and gave the old man some medicine, and he was already old. So it died."

What Ji Mochen didn't mention was that he also contributed a lot here.

"I just waited for them to fight to the death, and took advantage of it."

Well, yes, that's it.

The old man's death had nothing to do with him.

"It's really cheap, and I want to pick one up too." Yun Miao didn't believe that things would be that simple.

Prince Rui was the late emperor's most beloved and most optimistic son.

If nothing else happened, he should be the one who ascended the throne as emperor.

But in the end, he was abruptly manipulated by the man in front of him.

In the end, when Prince Rui came back from Bianjian, even if he held part of the military power, there was nothing he could do for a while.

"You don't believe me?" Ji Mochen felt aggrieved that he was hurt.

"letter."

Yun Miao opened her eyes and said nonsense, completely unburdened.

Who said that compared to Prince Rui, the one in front of her is more pleasing to her eyes?

Although there is no memory of the previous plane, but in the end, he is still one of his own.

He stretched out his hand and patted the man's arm comfortingly: "Actually, even if he really killed his father, I don't think it's a big deal. After all, he has never been nice to you since he was a child, and he still wants you to die."

If it was her, she would not be polite.

The struggle for imperial power is originally about father and son fighting against each other, brothers fighting against each other, it is so cruel.

Even if you don't do it, others will not be polite to you.

Between the death of oneself and the death of others, of course one chooses to let others die.

Ji Mochen didn't say anything for a long time, but his arms around her tightened a bit.

On Yun Miao's back, he could feel his 'pounding' heartbeat.

Turning his head to look over, he saw that he was staring at himself with a pair of deep blue eyes.

"What are you looking at me like that for?"

Ji Mochen took a deep breath, concealed the moisture in his eyes, hugged her tighter, and pressed his cheek against hers.

The voice was a little heavy, but also a little relieved, "Miao Miao, I suddenly felt that everything before was no big deal."

He has always been brooding about what happened when he was a child, even the occasional dream at night is a nightmare.

Sometimes, when he was feeling uncomfortable or frantic, he even wanted to drag everyone to death.

But now, he doesn't think so at all.

With 20 years of suffering in exchange for her, he suddenly felt that it was worth it.

Yun Miao patted the back of his hand and comforted him softly: "Everything is over, we have to look forward and live the rest of our lives happily, that's the most important thing."

Of course, they are happy, and those others are miserable.

The corners of Ji Mochen's mouth were raised, showing a bright, innocent smile like a child, "Yes, the most important thing is that we live happily together in the future."

Yun Miao was speechless.

Come to trick her again.

"Prince Rui, Concubine Yuan Taigui, and the Prime Minister's Mansion, you have to pay attention, these people will not just watch you sit on the throne."

Concubine Yuan Taigui was the late emperor's favorite concubine, and Prince Rui was the late emperor's most beloved son.

The first emperor might have left behind.

In the last life, Ji Mochen should have died a miserable death in the end.

After all, no matter how deep his internal strength is, there is so much poison in his body that he should not be able to escape.

Yun Miao would not doubt the power of the protagonist's halo.

(End of this chapter)