201 Let That Brat Kill
After Mo Jinyu finished speaking, he changed the topic. But what if someone dies during the competition? What if that child deliberately kills someone? Can the competition continue?
When the Emperor heard this, he was stunned. You mean you want me to sacrifice a princess?
Mo Jinyu's eyes flickered as he said faintly, Father, think about it. What if Uncle Yuan's bloodline is the same as his and she's a bloodthirsty little evil spirit?
The Emperor immediately understood his intentions. If that three-and-half-year-old child killed someone in order to win, then she would be a little evil spirit in the eyes of the world.
The infamy of this little evil spirit would overshadow her talent, just like Mo Beiyuan when he was young.
He was clearly the most talented and capable among the princes, but because of the rumors that he was the reincarnation of a jinx, he became the Ghost King that everyone feared. He had a bad reputation for his entire life, and his father did not pass the throne to him.
If sacrificing a princess could solve the current problem and also resolve a threat to the throne, he would be the true winner.
He had so many bloodlines. It was not a big deal to sacrifice one or two for the East Continent.
But how do I get that brat to kill someone?
A trace of maliciousness flashed across Mo Jinyu's eyes. If someone dies when fighting her, she's the one who killed them!
The Emperor understood and nodded. I understand.
At the thought that he was about to become the winner in the game with Mo Beiyuan, the emperor's mood finally improved.
He raised his hand and patted Mo Jinyu's shoulder. Don't worry. Even if your hand is crippled now, the position of the Crown Prince is still yours.
Mo Jinyu looked up and the father and son looked at each other.
I won't let you down.
In the carriage on the way back, Little Sweetcake fell asleep.
She was like a tiny little kitten nestled in her father's arms. When she fell asleep, she looked like a cute little kitten.
Yun Ran covered her with a small blanket and tidied the loose hair by her cheek. The packrat had had too much fun tonight and was still waving her little fists in her sleep.
After the carriage stopped, Mo Beiyuan gently picked up the little girl, afraid that he would wake her up.
The little packrat lay on her father's shoulder and even smacked her little mouth in its sleep. It was unknown what delicious food she had dreamed of again.
The next day, someone came to the palace early in the morning. He sent the emperor's decree that Mo Beiyuan should bring the two little packrats to the palace as soon as possible to continue yesterday's competition.
From the tone of the imperial edict, the emperor seemed to be a little impatient.
This did not make sense.
After losing so badly yesterday and witnessing the talent of Bun and Sweetcake, the emperor should know that his princes and princesses didn't have a high chance of winning.
Unless he had thought of a way to make those princes and princesses win.
This method must involve some shady method.
Yun Ran's watery eyes darkened, and a murderous glint flashed across them. If the wretched emperor dared to touch her two children, she would make him understand why a white flower could be scarlet!
The two children were too young. Yun Ran did not want them to be involved in the secret battle between the emperor and Mo Beiyuan, but the identities of the two children were probably already thorns in the emperor's side.
Mother, what game is Sweetcake playing today?
Playing a game that makes little tigers and big gray wolves listen obediently. Who else is stronger? Also, you might even compete with a young lady to see who's better at fighting!