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Chapter 29 Shadow Guard is my father? (9)

With a slight "click", the mezzanine was opened again. Mo Ci half-lay down inside and looked carefully to see what was different about the mezzanine.

The delicate little hands were groping inch by inch in this interlayer space. Suddenly, Mo Ci touched a few uneven places. He leaned his body inside again and looked at the uneven places in the dim light.

However, because most of his body was stuck in the mezzanine, he accidentally fell in again, and the mezzanine closed again. Mo Ci returned to this familiar mezzanine and subconsciously wanted to open it.

But just as his hand touched the wooden board, it happened to touch an uneven spot, and another "click" was heard. Mo Ci paused in pushing open the interlayer and groped in the direction where the sound came from.

Suddenly, there was a groove on the side of his waist. Mo Ci reached out and touched a piece of sheepskin.

Mo Ci put the sheepskin into his arms and continued to feel the groove, trying to see if there was anything else in the groove. Unexpectedly, he touched out a square object similar to a block.

After he put the things away and made sure there was nothing else inside, he pushed open the mezzanine and looked at the things inside again. Not seeing anything, he had to give up.

Then, Mo Ci turned to other places in the room, and his hands touched these things one by one. However, to his disappointment, he still could not recall any memory of Zhao Huaiqing.

Estimating that the time was almost up, Mo Ci had no choice but to put the things he took from the mezzanine into the space, and at the same time, he picked up something at random, opened the door and walked out.

When Zhuang Xinhan saw him come out, she didn't ask Mo Ci what he had left in the room. She took Mo Ci to the new room and let Mo Ci live in her yard.

The mother and son seemed to have forgotten the King of Qi. No one mentioned him, and no one had any intention of seeing him.

At night, Mo Ci stayed in the new room. He first observed the environment and made sure it was safe enough before he took out the things he got from the mezzanine.

First, there was a piece of sheepskin that was about twice as big as his face. Mo Ci spread out the sheepskin and found that it was a map. The address marked on the map was only an approximate address. After Mo Ci took a few glances, he was roughly sure that this was a treasure map.

He picked up the square object that looked like a cube again. After looking at it carefully, Mo Ci realized that it was a box and there was something inside the box.

So Mo Ci tried hard to open the box again, and saw something the size of a palm with dragon patterns carved on it lying inside.

Mo Ci took the thing in his hand and looked at it over and over again. Not seeing anything special about it, he put it into his own space without interest.

Then he continued to look at the treasure map on the sheepskin. Speaking of which, he was quite interested in this treasure map. Maybe he could go look for it in the future.

With this thought in mind, Mo Ci put his things away and continued to practice day after day.

On the fifth day of staying in Prince Qi's mansion, Mo Ci finally sneaked towards Zhao Yan's room under the cover of night.

Mo Ci had already figured out the raw materials of the spices that Zhao Yan had asked someone to add to his purse before, and he used other medicinal materials as substitutes to develop another medicine.

Just one breath and Zhao Yan would definitely develop a high fever that would not stop. If he took antipyretics in time, Zhao Yan's body would have repeated fevers and would quickly collapse.

Mo Ci doesn't need to do anything more, Zhao Yan can kill himself.

Mo Ci used the same method more smoothly. He entered Zhao Yan's room as he wished and saw Zhao Yan sleeping soundly on the bed. He shook his head gently and sprinkled the medicine in his hand towards Zhao Yan.

Following Zhao Yan's breath, Mo Ci entered his body. After doing these things, he left Zhao Yan's room and went to his study.

When Mo Ci saw the things in Zhao Yan's study, he would sigh that Zhao Yan was a lovesick man.

Half of the things in this study are related to Liu Qingyin. Liu Qingyin has been famous for her talent for a long time, but Mo Ci is not very familiar with the poems she wrote in the past.

Now, I read it all in Zhao Yan's study.

However, it was after reading these that Mo Ci became even more certain that these popular and acclaimed poems were definitely not written by one person.

After suspecting Liu Qingyin, Mo Ci obtained a lot of information about Liu Qingyin through various means. However, Liu Qingyin had been a lady raised in the boudoir from beginning to end, and the farthest place she had been was a temple in the suburbs.

Many of these poems were completely out of her reach. Of course, she could be said to have imagined them, or to have read them in books and then put some effort into them.

But Mo Ci didn't believe it.

Those poems, whether open-minded, free or frustrated, can make people feel the special circumstances of the poets.

This could not have been written by someone who had never experienced it. Perhaps there were indeed some poems by Liu Qingyin among them, but that would definitely not be all of them.

After Mo Ci read those poems, his eyes darkened a little, and he continued to look at the other half of the things in the study.

These are some of the things that Zhao Yan will definitely do in order to fight for the throne. After Mo Ci looked at them one by one, he stopped caring about them.

Before today, he might still have some worries, but after today, Zhao Yan would become a completely useless person, bedridden and unable to speak.

A useless person naturally could not participate in the fight for the throne, nor would he take action against Zhuang Xinhan and him after gaining power.

Moreover, Mo Ci thought about it and realized that once Zhao Yan was deposed, the Prince of Qi's Mansion would be equivalent to withdrawing from the competition for the throne. In this way, many things would not involve the Prince of Qi's Mansion.

Zhuang Xinhan only needs to be the Princess of Qi peacefully, and those other princes and nobles will not make a move on their Qi Palace, which has no competitiveness.

Generally speaking, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. Of course, this may not be the case for Zhao Yan.

However, Mo Ci didn't care what Zhao Yan thought.

After he did all this, he carefully returned to his room and spent the night peacefully.

Early the next morning, the front yard became noisy. Mo Ci didn't even need to look to know what Zhao Yan was doing.

That’s right, Zhao Yan was poisoned by the medicine that Mo Ci specially gave him yesterday. At first, nothing happened. Even when he had a fever, he was in a daze and was unable to call for help in time.

So, when he still hadn't come out until the morning court was almost about to start, the servants panicked and rushed into the room without caring about anything else. When they saw him, they found that Zhao Yan's head was covered in cold sweat and his face was flushed red.

For a moment, the entire Prince Qi's Mansion, except for Zhuang Xinhan's courtyard, became active. The hustle and bustle even woke Mo Ci from his cultivation.

When it was completely bright, Zhuang Xinhan came to find Mo Ci and told him to stay at home and not worry about anything else.

Then she took her people to the room where Zhao Yan was in the front yard. After all, no matter how much she and Zhao Yan disagreed, they were still husband and wife, and Zhuang Xinhan was also the Princess of Qi, the mistress of the Prince of Qi's Mansion.

So, when Zhao Yan fell ill, it would be inappropriate for her, the Princess of Qi, not to go.

Even though Zhuang Xinhan hoped that Zhao Yan would just sleep forever, she pretended to be anxious and looked at the doctor who came here. The imperial physician invited from the palace had not arrived yet, so she could only find the nearest doctor first.

Zhuang Xinhan came to Zhao Yan's bedside and watched the other servants wiping Zhao Yan's sweat and feeding him medicine. The look of worry on her face made everyone else think that Princess Qi was very worried about Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan, listening to the noise around him in a daze, felt as if there was a fire burning in his heart and his brain was also burning from the noise. He couldn't calm down for a long time.

After he drank a bowl of medicine, he finally felt better, but he started to have a fever again. The doctor was very anxious. Fortunately, the imperial physician also came to the Prince of Qi's mansion at this time.

The imperial physician first verbally comforted the worried-looking Princess Qi, and then went to see Zhao Yan, while asking the doctor who had just treated Zhao Yan to confirm the situation.

Just when everyone thought Zhao Yan would be better this time, he started to have a low fever again, and even the imperial physician was at a loss as to what to do.

Zhao Yan's experience quickly attracted the emperor's attention. Zhao Yan's biological mother, Concubine Rou in the palace, was also very worried, and sent many people with a lot of good medicinal materials to the Prince of Qi's Mansion.

Zhao Yan was a prince after all, so naturally he received the best treatment. Unfortunately, Mo Ci had already thought of this, so some of the medicines he gave Zhao Yan contained herbs that did not belong to this world.

Since they no longer belong to this world, it would not be easy to find the antidote for this medicine.

Besides, time is running out. As long as Zhao Yan is unable to speak and is bedridden, there will be no cure for Mo Ci's medicine.

Judging by the time, by tomorrow at the latest, Zhao Yan will experience the life he wants Mo Ci to experience.

For the entire day, several imperial doctors gathered together to find a solution. Unfortunately, they tried many times but were unable to alleviate Zhao Yan's condition.

Until the next morning, Zhao Yan himself didn't know what was going on. He was confused and unable to speak. His hands and feet were sore from the fever that he couldn't muster any energy.

After Zhao Yan's illness was completely declared incurable, Mo Ci finally met Zhao Yan openly.

After many efforts, the people in the Imperial Hospital were unable to cure Zhao Yan. When the emperor heard this, he was naturally furious.

Although he was very disappointed with Zhao Yan, it did not mean that he did not care about his son. Now that his son was seriously ill and completely disabled, how could he not worry?

At that moment, he asked the imperial physician to continue looking for a solution, and at the same time issued an order to search for talented people among the people. In short, he was concerned about his son.

Originally, when the other princes saw this, they were a little jealous that Zhao Yan was so valued by the emperor, but soon they stopped being jealous.

After all, who would envy a crippled person who would likely spend the rest of his life lying in bed?

However, at this moment, both Zhao Yan and others still believed that Zhao Yan had a chance of recovery, and it was at this time that Mo Ci appeared in front of Zhao Yan.

At that time, Zhao Yan was lying on the bed, his face full of grief, anger and helplessness. After seeing Mo Ci, he first looked away indifferently, then suddenly glared at Mo Ci, whimpering in his mouth, but no one knew what he wanted to say.

Just in case, Mo Ci came to Zhao Yan, looked at Zhao Yan like a filial son, and said.

"Father, I'm here to see you. I hope you can recover soon."

While speaking, Mo Ci stretched out his small hand to twirl the corner of Zhao Yan's quilt. No one knew that by doing this, Mo Ci increased the dosage of Zhao Yan's medicine.

This time, we can ensure that Zhao Yan is beyond help and will never be able to raise his hand to write again.

Mo Ci withdrew his hand, and his gaze at Zhao Yan remained unchanged. He had no intention of revealing his flaws before things were settled.

At least for now, Mo Ci is doing his duty as a child who worries and cares about his father.

When the imperial physician who came in to take Zhao Yan's pulse saw this, he sighed in his heart, saying that the Prince of Qi was truly a filial son, worrying so much about the King of Qi.

In other words, neither King Qi nor Mo Ci had the ability to read minds. If they really heard what the imperial physician was thinking, they would both be shocked.

After all, it is absolutely impossible for the two of them to be like a loving father and a filial son.

This father is neither a father nor a son, and people who are not in the know will not be able to see through it.

After meeting Zhao Yan, Mo Ci returned to his room. In a good mood, he took out a book and read it carefully.

He stayed in the Prince of Qi's Mansion for more than half a month. It was also during this half month that Zhao Yan was diagnosed. The imperial doctors were helpless about Zhao Yan's condition. As for whether there were any extraordinary people, it depended on luck.

What's more, in the past half month, the power of Prince Qi Zhao Yan has been swallowed up by other princes and nobles, and now Zhao Yan is a useless person.

Even the emperor was no longer obsessed with this son. He appointed Mo Ci as the new King of Qi, and the imperial edict specifically stated that Mo Ci should take good care of Zhao Yan.

Mo Ci, who successfully promoted himself from the Crown Prince of Qi to the King of Qi, said that he would definitely take good care of Zhao Yan.

After becoming the King of Qi, Mo Ci did not let Zhao Yan move out of the main courtyard. Instead, he moved out of Zhuang Xinhan's courtyard and moved to the courtyard on the other side.

For Mo Ci, becoming the King of Qi did not seem to bring about any big changes. He was still young, and Zhuang Xinhan helped him take care of many things.

When the Imperial College opened, Mo Ci returned to the college and continued to be a student.

The only thing was that the students in the academy were more respectful when facing him, which... was something Mo Ci had not expected.

However, he also knew that this was the rule of this world, so he had no intention of breaking it. He just studied hard and observed Liu Qingyin in his spare time.

Another year passed, and Liu Qingyin still failed to win Wei Zhuoyuan. At her current age, she was already considered an old maid in this world. If she didn't get married, she would probably have no right to be picky.

So, on a sunny morning, Mo Ci saw Liu Qingyin again. This time, Liu Qingyin looked at Wei Zhuoyuan with a bit of cruelty in her eyes. This was...

While Mo Ci was pretending to be invisible, he did not forget to watch the fun, and always felt that he, the teacher, was going to be in trouble.

"Wei Zhuoyuan, let me ask you again, are you willing to marry me?"

This time, Liu Qingyin called out Wei Zhuoyuan's name, without any girlish shyness, and asked about her lifelong affairs so openly.

However, Wei Zhuoyuan still maintained his previous attitude and refused in a distant tone, "Miss Liu, you're joking. I, Zhuo, and Miss Liu have no romantic relationship, so how can we talk about marriage?"

"Miss Liu, please be careful with your words and actions."

"Okay, Wei Zhuoyuan, I'll take note."

Liu Qingyin bit her lip, still unable to accept Wei Zhuoyuan's rejection, but... she rolled her eyes, thinking of something, and looked at Wei Zhuoyuan deeply before leaving.

After the people left, Wei Zhuoyuan breathed a sigh of relief and sighed, "I hope she won't come again in the future."

Wei Zhuoyuan really couldn't handle this kind of persistent pursuit. Besides, he had no plans to get married and planned to spend his whole life with books.

Mo Ci heard this and thought to himself, "Teacher, your expectations may be dashed."

Judging from the way Liu Qingyin looked when she left just now, she didn't look like she was going to give up, and... Mo Ci turned to look at Wei Zhuoyuan. Apart from anything else, Liu Qingyin's vision was still sharp, although Wei Zhuoyuan was already in his thirties.

But perhaps because he has fewer worries, he looks no different from a young man in his twenties, and he even has a more calm temperament than a young man in his twenties.

In addition, Wei Zhuoyuan is almost immersed in books, and his entire temperament is completely different.

Mo Ci nodded secretly, thinking about how to prevent Wei Zhuoyuan from being tricked, but soon he heard Wei Zhuoyuan's voice as if he wanted to test him. Mo Ci sighed and responded honestly.