Fortunately, Zhi’er who was sitting beside the emperor had guessed that the young man speaking below should be Mo Yunren’s eldest son, that is, Emperor’s eldest grandson Mo Heng.
When the Emperor stared at Mo Heng silently, she deliberately cleared her throat.
When the emperor heard the commotion and turned to look, Zhi’er softly reminded him, “Your Majesty, this is Hengzhi. He is your eldest grandson.”
The emperor raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding. He exclaimed, “It’s Heng! I haven’t seen you in ages. My eldest grandson has grown so much, it seems I am getting old.”
“…No one in the hall dared to answer.”
The crowd felt a mixture of emotions. They couldn’t tell if the emperor was feeling even an ounce of sadness.
He lost a son, yet all he cares about is getting old.
Mo Yunren’s wife and son both bowed their heads, their lips pressed together, and their hands at their sides were slightly clenched into fists.
They all failed to guess what the emperor was thinking.
Fortunately, the emperor only sighed this sentence.
After he had finished sighing, those slightly turbid eyes swept across the hall and suddenly said, “Hengzhi, get up and speak.”
Mo Heng knelt with his forehead touching the ground, his voice still trembling with sobs. “Your Majesty, please grant your grandson’s request and investigate the truth behind my father’s demise.”
The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, “You tell me first what’s going on? Why was my son targeted and how did the second prince die?”
“I recall that your manor had quite a number of guards. With such strict defenses, how could someone sneak in and silently kill a prince? Was it the fault of the manor’s people or was the thief exceptionally skilled?”
Facing the emperor’s questioning, Mo Heng did not dare to conceal anything. He recounted all that had happened last night and this morning.
After he had finished speaking, the emperor remained silent for a long time.
The main hall was deathly silent, the atmosphere heavy with tension.
Zhier looked thoughtfully at Mo Yunren’s wife, then at the young master, Mo Heng.
Moments later, she turned to the Emperor and softly said, “Your Majesty, the Second Prince was murdered by bandits. His body is still cold. He is Your Majesty’s beloved son after all. This concubine believes that Your Majesty should send someone to investigate thoroughly, avenge the Second Prince, and allow him to rest in peace.”
Besides, Your Majesty should also properly settle the people in the Second Prince’s mansion. Although the Second Prince is dead, Your Majesty’s eldest grandson is smart and capable, clearly a filial and upright person. His father is gone, he is truly pitiful, and he truly needs Your Majesty’s care right now.
After Zhi’er finished speaking, the emperor thoughtfully looked at Mo Heng.
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The emperor only offered a word of praise.
A flash of hostility crossed Mo Heng’s lowered eyes.
I thought that if things escalated to the main hall today, his imperial grandfather would, out of respect for his deceased father, directly bestow upon him the title of King.
Unbeknownst to me, his imperial grandfather was so composed.
Not only that, he could see that his grandfather emperor didn’t care about him or any of his brothers at all, and clearly didn’t even think about his dead son.
Thinking of this, Mo Heng’s hands hidden in his sleeves clenched into fists.
After praising Mo Heng, the emperor agreed to their request and directly ordered Dali Temple to thoroughly investigate the truth behind Mo Yunren’s death.
Besides, Mok Yun-ren was also buried with a grand funeral.
But that’s all there is to it.
As for the future of the Second Prince’s Mansion and people like Mo Heng, the Emperor did not say a word.
Zi’er listened to the emperor’s arrangements, a sneer in her heart.
As expected, as expected. The Emperor, no matter how old he gets, remains selfish and self-serving.
Even though he lost his son, there wasn’t a trace of sadness on him. He’s truly heartless.
She had deliberately brought up that phrase just now in order to have the emperor directly bestow upon Mo Heng the title of king.
Thus, Mo Hengzhi and Mo Yunze would continue to fight each other.
Her Chi’er’s son died from the emperor’s bowl of congee, so naturally she wouldn’t allow the emperor’s son to live a carefree and extravagant life.
She wanted the emperor to see his children kill each other with his own eyes, fighting to the death.
I just didn’t expect the emperor to be so cautious and not directly issue an imperial decree to bestow upon Mo Heng.
Chi’er narrowed her eyes slightly, her thoughtful gaze lingered on the face of Mo Yunren’s wife for a moment, and suddenly she seemed to have realized something.
Mo Yunren’s wife hails from the Pingnanbo Mansion.
The Pingnanbo Mansion’s strength should not be underestimated. Could it be that the Emperor is trying to take advantage of this opportunity to deal with the Pingnanbo Mansion?
Thinking of this, Zier’s mouth curled into a sneer.
The emperor, living to this age, has truly become younger with each passing year.
Now the Heavenly Domination Kingdom is facing both internal and external troubles. At this time, the emperor is still thinking about dealing with those powerful clans?
It seems the emperor truly has his eyes on all the surrounding countries, not sparing a glance at them.
What Chi’er was thinking, the emperor did not know.
He now believed he had appeased both the Prince Consort and the sons of Mo Yunren. He yawned, waving his hand dismissively at them, “I have granted your request. I have instructed the Minister of Justice to investigate the death of the second prince.”
“I know the death of the second prince has dealt a heavy blow to you all. I promise you, no matter who is found responsible for his death, I will not shield them.”
After he finished speaking, he dismissed the people in front of him.
Mo Yunren’s consort and Mo Heng’s heart held a reluctance. At this moment, Mo Heng wanted to say something more, but his mother abruptly pulled him back.
After several officials bid farewell to the emperor, they left the palace.
After leaving the palace gates, Mo Heng’s face darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, “Mother Empress, why did you stop me just now? Grandfather clearly died, but he didn’t show any sorrow at all.”
“Well, that’s to be expected. He clearly knows his father’s body is outside the palace, yet he doesn’t even glance at it?”
Mo Yunren’s wife’s expression was also gloomy, but she had followed Mo Yunren in this imperial household for over ten years.
The indifference and ruthlessness of the royalty, she saw it more clearly than Mo Heng.
How could an emperor possibly show sadness?
An emperor who could even kill his own biological son, how could he possibly feel sadness over the death of one son?
Moreover, for an emperor, seeing corpses would only bring bad luck.
An emperor would never want to see his own dead son with his own eyes.
He wished he could order Ink Cloud-ren buried immediately.
At this moment, looking at her own son, Mo Yunren’s consort bit her lip and gently patted Mo Hengzhi’s shoulder, “Don’t be angry, your mother has told you many times, the imperial family is ruthless, and your grandfather even more so. Don’t have any hope for him.”