Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

Chen Shaobei saw that Mo Lingwei's slightly raised eyebrows had always been filled with a hint of contentment from the time he left the palace to now.

The two of them grew up together, and Chen Shaobei knew that Mo Lingwei's expression meant that he was in a good mood.

"If Miss Shen is really found, how will His Highness repay her?" Chen Shaobei asked curiously.

Mo Lingwei smiled.

"Give her some money."

Chen Shaobei nodded. His Royal Highness's answer was quite normal.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Lingwei said: "Give her another house so that she can have a place to live."

Otherwise, it would be really hard to live in a cave with the wolves every day.

Chen Shaobei felt that although this reward was rich, it was acceptable.

After all, that little girl saved the prince's life.

Mo Lingwei held his head with one hand, thought for a moment, and then added: "I heard her say that she was beaten out by her aunt."

"So, I'll ask her again if she wants to maim or kill her aunt and deal with this person for her."

Chen Shaobei suddenly sat upright.

He knew that His Royal Highness, who was bloodthirsty by nature, would never simply give him some money.

Chen Shaobei persuaded: "The emperor does not like His Highness killing people."

Mo Lingwei's lips twitched slightly: "There are too many things he doesn't like, so why should he care?"

Chen Shaobei frowned slightly.

The father-son relationship between the emperor and the prince has been very bad since the queen's death.

The emperor was already very unhappy when the Sixth Prince's hand and hamstrings were picked last time.

Even so, he only asked Mo Lingwei to kneel in front of the queen's memorial tablet and reflect on his mistakes.

But the next day the emperor relented and released him again.

Chen Shaobei felt that at this time, Mo Lingwei could no longer make the emperor angry, so as not to further irritate the relationship between father and son.

Just when Chen Shaobei was trying to persuade him.

Mo Lingwei said calmly again: "What if your aunt beat you black and blue and lied to you that you can only eat eggshells."

"Not only that, she tied your grandmother to a huge boulder and locked her in a pit, waiting for her to fend for herself."

"Such an aunt, do you think she should die?"

Chen Shaobei was stunned: "Is this Miss Shen's experience?"

Mo Lingwei nodded coldly.

Chen Shaobei was silent for a moment and said two words: "He deserves to be killed."

Mo Lingwei smiled and patted his friend on the shoulder.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Xiangyun Village.

But the moment Mo Lingwei stepped out of the carriage, his heart and thin pupils suddenly tightened.

His slender palms grasped the car and stabilized his figure!

Chen Shaobei shouted in shock: "Your Highness!?"

Mo Lingwei's eyes were cold, he looked forward and gritted his teeth.

There was ice on the tips of his brows, his lips turned white, and even his fingertips had a hint of frost.

His legs were as heavy as lead.

Can't take a step.

Finally, he collapsed in the carriage.

Before he fell into coma, he only heard Chen Shaobei scolding him: "Go back to the palace quickly and summon the imperial physician! His Highness the Crown Prince's old illness has relapsed!"

The guard took the lead and the carriage turned around.

Almost as soon as the carriage left, Shen Ningning and the wolf pack jumped down the mountain and entered Xiangyun Village.

Half an hour later.

The Zichen Palace was filled with imperial doctors with excellent medical skills, and everyone was as silent as a cicada.

The emperor, wearing a dragon robe, sat beside the bed and looked at the unconscious Mo Lingwei.

There was a hint of father's worry on his serious and majestic face.

Mo Lingwei has been sick from time to time since he was a child.

His disease is extremely strange and rare.

Whenever an attack occurs, a thin layer of frost will hang on the hair and eyebrows.

His body was as cold as ice.

Although after a while, the ice will turn into water, and Mo Lingwei will slowly wake up.

But for so many years, the emperor had been insisting on finding a strange medicine for him, but nothing worked.

The imperial doctor was at his wits' end.

Some people even say that the current severe drought in the world is due to the strange disease of Prince Mo Lingwei.

The national teacher once approved the calculation.

His Royal Highness, Mo Lingwei, is the ninth evil god.

This life is his last.

If the strange disease is not cured, he will not be able to enter reincarnation and will fall into the realm of evil ghosts forever after death.

The Imperial Master also said that when the drought ends one day, the people will live and work in peace and contentment again and no longer suffer from natural disasters.

Then, the sins on the prince's body will be slowly resolved.

It rained all night when the lucky girl predicted by the National Master was born.

The emperor was almost ecstatic.

He thought his son must be saved.

Unfortunately, there has been a severe drought for four years since that night.

The emperor frowned and sat for a while with a solemn expression, and saw the frost on Mo Lingwei's eyebrows gradually turning into water.

He knew that nothing was wrong and Mo Lingwei would wake up later.

The emperor asked his attendants to take good care of him, then stood up and left, followed by the imperial doctors in a hurry.

"Does the prince take his medicine on time every day?" the emperor asked while standing in the corridor.

In order to treat Mo Lingwei's strange frost disease, the prescriptions prescribed by the imperial hospital were all Zhiyang medicinal materials.

Although he didn't know whether it would be effective, the emperor was unwilling to give up any opportunity.

The head of the Taiyuan Hospital hurriedly stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the Taiyuan Hospital was previously short of the medicinal material Aconitum, but after my brother searched for it, I finally bought it from a reclusive master."

"His Royal Highness, the medicine will not be used up anymore, please rest assured, Your Majesty."

The emperor nodded faintly: "You have done well. Go to the Palace Affairs Department to receive the silver reward."

Lord Fang at the head of the hospital knelt down to thank Long En.

The emperor was about to leave.

Suddenly, he thought of something and turned to ask Chen Shaobei who was standing next to him.

"What has the prince been busy with recently? I see that the guards in Zichen Palace frequently come in and out."

Chen Shaobei Gongquan: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been looking for someone recently. His Highness was attacked before and was rescued by a little girl, so after returning to the palace, he has been looking for this benefactor."

The emperor raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Oh? So, have you found it now?"

Chen Shaobei paused and was about to answer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure of Pingting rushing towards him.

"Your Majesty, how is Ling Wei's condition?" The sixth prince's biological mother, Concubine Li, is now the person in charge of the sixth palace.

She wears silk silk and jade ornaments, and has dark clouds on her temples covered with pearls.

And on that well-maintained face, the eyebrows were furrowed, showing concern for Mo Lingwei.

The emperor held her hand and gently comforted her: "He is fine. An old illness has relapsed and he needs more rest."

Concubine Li immediately said: "I will definitely let the imperial kitchen carefully prepare the meals and make some refreshing stews."

At this point, she shed tears.

"Ling Wei suddenly became ill. He must have been angered by Chang Gong before. But they are brothers, how could they kill each other? This must be the work of a traitor."

"When Ling Wei recovers from his illness, I will ask Chang Gong to make amends."

When the emperor heard this, he let go of Concubine Li's hand.

"Let Ling Wei rest well and Chang Gong's injuries need to recover. Don't let the two of them torment each other."

Concubine Li stopped crying and lowered her head silently: "I understand, I understand."

The emperor looked at Chen Shaobei again: "The benefactor you just mentioned..."

Chen Shaobei immediately raised his hand and responded, interrupting the emperor's words almost calmly: "I will pay more attention to His Highness the Crown Prince."

The emperor nodded and left.

Li Fei glanced at Chen Shaobei suspiciously and followed him away.

Chen Shaobei's eyes were cold.

If Concubine Li were to know about this, who knows what else she would do to cause trouble for Mo Lingwei.