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Back then, when Hua Di made this decision, he had actually thought very simply. As long as it was something that Ink Yan liked or cared about, that was what he cared about. Since she didn't want the Māori in custody to starve to death, she could just let him do it!

However, the Emperor did not know this. To a certain extent, his actions were actually able to help someone make a decision.

"..."

Within the palace, within the Crown Prince's Palace …

Murong Hao sat in the dark room and accepted his subordinate's report.

"Reporting to Your Highness, the Crown Prince. According to your prior instructions, I've arranged for Imperial Physician Huang to pass on your wish to meet with him. However, the situation changed that day. The Southern Prince actually assigned Imperial Physician Huang to see the diagnosis himself. He was trying to win her over to do something for him. At this time, if you go to see 49, the risk factor will increase dramatically. "

"Therefore, this subordinate is prepared to instruct Imperial Physician Huang to contact him again for a period of time. and then I took the opportunity to ask him out. "

At this moment, Murong Hao hadn't appeared in public for over a month. The tanned skin that had been tanned at the time of the wedding quickly turned white. He sat upright on a chair, wearing a five clawed golden dragon robe and a golden crown, as he sat on all fours. Although he did not say anything, his body was as imposing as the red velvet ball on top of his golden crown.

He just sat there quietly, lowering his gaze to look at Zhang Ziye who was the commander of the Imperial Guard kneeling on the ground. He spoke first about how things were going, then his plan, with a shame that he knew he had not done anything good.

Then, the air between them seemed to freeze.

The two of them did not say a word as they waited stubbornly for something.

Zhang Ziye believed that he had done everything he could. Whether it was working for his lord or helping him to conceal his true identity as Mo Zilin. The family of generals had always emphasized loyalty. The crown prince had yet to ascend to the throne. If someone were to find out about his identity through using the '49', he might even lose his title as the crown prince in an instant.

However, to Murong Hao. There was nothing left for him to lose.

Under his watchful eyes, the six years' military expenditure had already been openly shipped out of the city gate, and was now being exchanged for food and cloth to travel to the distant Heavenly Wolves. The idea of relying on aid to control the size of the other party's population vanished in the blink of an eye.

Skywolf was a country that worshipped wolf totems, and its way of doing things had always been like that of a wolf. After recovering, the most likely thing he could do was turn around and bite to death the one that had given him support! And then the country didn't exist. What did he represent, a mere title of crown prince?

After a long time, it was to the point that even Zhang Ziye thought that Murong Hao would give up on contact. Murong Hao finally spoke.

The first sentence was, "Vice General Zhang, I want to meet with you at level 49."

"I have to see him no matter what!"

At that time, Vice General Zhang was almost stunned by Murong Hao's determination!

Mo Zilin, who wanted to hate the imperial government, had to face the son of an enemy who had wronged his entire family. This matter sounded like it was going to end badly, no matter how he thought about it!

His lips twitched nervously. It's still dangerous, he wanted to say.

Murong Hao coldly gave him a look! He suddenly said this.

"What are you worried about?"

"Of course I'm afraid that the Southern Prince will know …"

Zhang Ziyi laid on the ground, trying to do the final redemption.

However, Murong Hao coldly looked at him, killing intent immediately appearing in his eyes! He slammed the teacup down and asked, "Are you still not going to tell me?" Do you really want me to throw your entire family into jail and send them to the border together?

At that time, Zhang's heartfelt insistence finally collapsed. He dejectedly spoke the truth.

"Reporting to Your Highness, actually the 49 you want to contact is General Mo's youngest son, Mo Zilin."