Mo Yehan pondered all the way. To make his father swallow this pill, he would have to find another path.
When he returned to the sacred land and saw his young stepmother and Mo Qianjue, a scheme seemed to form in his mind.
That night, Mo Yehan dragged Mo Qianjue out for a drinking session and told him all about how he had been tortured at Qin Luo's hands.
It was enough to make those who heard it grieve and those who listened weep. Mo Qianjue even swore fiercely, "Don't worry. Once I catch that brat, I'll let you properly deal with him!"
Mo Yehan mocked him inwardly, You can only play mountain king in your own little patch of land.
If you knew he was an imperial prince, wouldn't you be scared shitless?
A son understood his father best.
The hatred of having his wife taken and the vengeance of his father's murder—Martial Origin Marquis had both against him.
Yet Mo Qianjue had not dared utter a single fart. He had endured until Martial Origin Marquis died of old age before secretly wiping out Martial Origin Marquis's entire family.
Some said that a gentleman's revenge was never too late, even after ten years. But Mo Qianjue had waited fifty years!
Mo Yehan had to admit it: he was impressed!
He knew Mo Qianjue had merely been placating him. The other side had a Saint Realm expert, so this matter was basically over.
After drinking, Mo Qianjue would definitely do the things he loved to do. Mo Yehan knew that like the back of his hand!
When the night grew deep and all was quiet, Mo Yehan heard an incomparably furious roar.
"Who?! Who poisoned me?!"
Mo Yehan silently sent out the signal.
"So fast? That kid is pretty capable,"