If Jun Wuxie had not been helping him, Mo Qianyuan would never ascend the throne in his life

Jun Wuxie glanced at the emperor who was like a stray dog, and his eyes soon fell on the heroic Mo Qianyuan who was sitting on the throne.

"You think, why did he do this?"

The late emperor was slightly stunned, then he gritted his teeth and said, "Wolf ambition, why do you need a reason?"

Jun Wuxie's eyes remained unchanged, "He was originally a loyal dog, but you raised it into a wolf. You killed his mother, slaughtered his grandfather's family, and poisoned him. Since you cut off his way of life and lost the father-son relationship between you, what's the face of calling yourself his father now?"

Such a situation is so familiar. In the previous life, the man did not treat her as a blood relative, but just wanted to treat a dog and kept him locked up all day long. In this life, she understood from Jun Xian that grandpa was like this.

The sins you have committed by yourself must be eaten by yourself.

Mo Qianyuan would have reached this point, isn’t it because the late emperor forced him step by step

The late emperor was silent and looked desperate.

"It's time to deal with you." Jun Wuxie glanced at the emperor and gave a wink at Ruilin's army who was holding him.

The late emperor was shocked, and his fear of Jun Wuxie was already like a huge wave. He wanted to open his mouth, but Ruilinjun forced his mouth to be dragged away from a corner of the hall.

The dungeons in the palace are always the most shameful place for the royal family. They are hidden and dark. Except for members of the imperial family, few people know about the existence of this place. The kings of all generations have executed many confidants here. Jun Xian, who was pressed into the dungeon that day, was waiting for death at any time.

The late emperor was dragged into the dungeon by Ruilin's army. The iron chains clamped on his feet were dragged and a crisp collision with the ground. The sound seemed particularly clear in the empty dungeon.

On both sides of the dungeon, behind two iron railings, Mo Xuanfei and Bai Yunxian were locked up separately. The sound of the iron chains hitting them woke them up from their panic sleep. They suddenly opened their eyes and looked out.

At this time, Mo Xuanfei was no longer as noble as the second prince in the past. The ring spirit was destroyed and his legs were destroyed. His hands were handed to a wheelchair. Even if he was sleeping, he could only tilt his head and not lie down. His clothes were already dirty, blood and dirt covered his original color. His messy head was mixed with a few dead grass. His face turned gray after being tortured by severe pain, his cheeks were slightly sunken, his eyes were a little hollow, and what was left was endless fear.

No one is a human being or a ghost. Even if such a disheveled person is thrown on the street, no one will believe that he will be the second prince of Prince Ruyu.

He was awakened by the sound of impact, his gray face was full of fear. He saw his father being dragged back to the dungeon by Ruilin's army and thrown in the cage where he was casually in the cage.

"Second Prince, don't be fine." A cold voice suddenly came from outside the iron cage. Mo Xuanfei's pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

His teeth trembled and turned his head, looking at Jun Wuxie who was standing outside the column.

She was wearing a light blue dress, and the slightly cold color just set off her temperament. Her delicate little face had no expression on her face, and her dry eyes looked at him, like a dead dog.

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