newbobooks Chapter 354 It's really Mo Li
Chapter 354 It's really Mo Li
As night fell, Ying Wuyai was already cross-legged, muttering incantations.
He opened his eyes upon hearing footsteps. Wu Yao walked in, still wearing that bamboo hat.
"I'll help you restore your appearance once I regain my strength," he said, looking at Wu Yao who was wrapped up tightly.
It took him a lot of effort to separate it from Mo Li back then, and even after all this time, he has only recovered about 30%.
Everything will be alright once Mo Li's soul is swallowed.
Wu Yao smiled slightly, but she couldn't help but worry because she didn't know what Ying Wuyai's ultimate move was.
She wasn't worried about others; she was worried about herself. She didn't want to risk hurting her perfect waist, legs, and face if things got out of hand.
Before the moon was even full, Ying Wuya was already impatient, because at this moment his body was not only experiencing tearing pain but also a burning sensation.
"Imperial Preceptor, may we now devour Mo Li's soul? I can't bear the pain any longer."
As he spoke, he quickly took out the last bit of Cui Jinhua's heart's blood, smeared it on his brow, and mumbled for a while before feeling a little better.
Wu Yao silently watched the ghost before her, and only spoke after he had recovered, saying, "The best time is during the full moon; the young prince must persevere a little longer."
Just wait a little longer and your stolen father and mother will see their own son. I wonder how the couple will react.
No, Cui Jinhua hasn't woken up yet. She almost died trying to save a monster who was impersonating her son.
Will she be so angry that she sits up straight out of bed?
Thinking of this, Wu Yao chuckled softly. Ying Wuyai looked up at her, and she quickly suppressed her smile, "I was just too happy thinking about your upcoming good fortune."
Ying Wuyai nodded, looked up and watched through the large hole in the ceiling as the moon gradually turned into a full moon.
Meanwhile, Mo Zhengfu had already brought Mo Li into the palace, followed by a large group of his old confidants.
Upon arriving at the palace gate, the guards were taken aback when they saw Mo Zhengfu, who had been missing for a long time, and were even more surprised when they saw Mo Li beside him.
"Your Majesty, you have finally returned!"
"Your Highness...you..."
The gatekeeper hesitated, but Mo Li took out his jade pendant and said with an air of authority, "I am here. What other doubts do you have?"
Everyone in Langhuai Kingdom knows that when the young prince was born, the old king used a piece of thousand-year-old blood jade to create a lotus-shaped jade pendant for him, symbolizing his status. There is only one of its kind.
The gatekeeper broke out in a cold sweat upon seeing this. The one in front of him was the young prince, but who was the one in the palace?
If it weren't for the old king, he might have had some doubts, but now the old king was right in front of them, and the old ministers were also there.
He hesitated whether to release them, but the guards on the palace wall had already drawn their bows and arrows and aimed them at them.
"Insolence! You bunch of idiots deserve to have your heads chopped off!"
An old minister stepped forward, pointed at them, and berated them; they had only learned the truth today.
The real prince almost died outside, while the imposter lived a carefree life in the palace! It's laughable!
Just the other day, His Highness couldn't produce that Lotus Blood Jade; it turned out it was a fake.
At the time, they didn't think much of it and let him fake a strange illness to escape.
Every full moon night, the palace is deathly silent; it turns out that the thing is a monster.
The Queen is still unconscious from his torment, and tonight they will surely seek justice for the young prince and deal with that monster.
Mo Xiao had already sent someone to report this, and upon hearing that there was a young prince at the palace gate, he was so startled that he stumbled.
Just as he was about to order someone to guard Cui Jinhua while he went to check on her, Mo Zhengfu arrived with his men, looking very aggressive.
"What's wrong with you, Father! You don't even recognize your own son!"
Before seeing him, Mo Xiao heard his voice and his face lit up with joy.
As soon as he went outside, he saw a large group of people pointing bows and arrows at his father.
"Put them all down before I do!"
He shouted sharply, and only after he gave the order did the men who had followed him dare to put down their weapons.
Mo Zhengfu snorted coldly, took the lotus blood jade from Mo Li's hand, and roughly stuffed it into his arms.
"Look, look! Isn't this your son's?!"
Their journey back to the palace was fraught with difficulties. If it weren't for the method Wen Luozhi had devised for them, he would never have been able to find these old guys in half a day.
With his elderly father around, why would Mo Xiao need to look after things? He walked up to Mo Li, squatted down, and tightly gripped his arms, his eyes red as he looked him up and down.
He said that he had been feeling a distance from his son these days, and it turned out that his previous suspicions were correct.
Ultimately, it comes down to his father being an incompetent ruler.
Mo Li raised his head and met his gaze. The moment their eyes met, Mo Xiao's pupils contracted sharply and his heart trembled.
This is Mo Xiao's real son!
He held the little man in his arms and gently patted his back.
"Father, where is Mother?" Mo Li asked, her voice choked with emotion, stepping out of Mo Xiao's embrace.
Mo Xiao now felt even more inadequate as a father. Look at his son!
The first sentence doesn't express how wronged she feels; instead, it starts with how her mother is.
Only his own son would be so filial!
He affectionately pinched Mo Li's cheek and led him into the palace. "He's inside, but he hasn't woken up yet."
At this point, the smile on his face disappeared. Mo Li looked up at him, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
With just one glance, Mo Li could tell that Cui Jinhua on the bed had lost a lot of weight.
Before he could grieve, he remembered Wen Luozhi's instructions and quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms.
With a slight tilt, a red pill with a slightly bloody smell rolled out.
He was about to put it into Cui Jinhua's mouth when Mo Xiao stopped him, "Li'er, what is this?"
He didn't doubt his son; it was just that Cui Jinhua was too weak to withstand any more stress.
"This can save Mother, Father, trust me." Mo Li dodged his hand and quickly stuffed the thing into Cui Jinhua's mouth.
In an instant, a faint red light flashed on Cui Jinhua's chest, which was seen by everyone present.
"Amitabha," Xiannian nodded gently, becoming even more curious about Wen Luozhi's background.
Was there anything unusual inside the house just now?
The old woman rushed in and was startled when she saw Mo Li by the bedside. "What are you doing here, Your Highness?"
In the past, he would disappear without a trace on the night of the full moon, and even she couldn't find him.
The moon is almost full, why is it still up tonight?
Mo Li stood up and bowed respectfully. "Priest, he is not me."
He didn't know how to explain it at the moment, so he could only say this dryly.
The old woman suddenly laughed, which puzzled Mo Li.
A faint sound suddenly came from the bed, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
Mo Xiao, who was closest, rushed forward and called out softly twice. Cui Jinhua suddenly opened her eyes.
"Li'er!" She suddenly sat up and saw Mo Xiao in front of her, his eyes red with anxiety, but his throat was too dry and his words came out in a broken and intermittent manner.
"Save...save Li'er!"
"This... Li'er wants to kill him."
She gripped Mo Xiao's hand tightly, wanting to say something, but her throat hurt so much she couldn't make a sound.
Mo Li quickly brought the water cup to her lips, gently patting her back as if coaxing a child. "Mother, don't rush, have some water first."