Chapter 113: The Father Is Unkind, the Son Is Unfilial

The Imperial Doctor forced his body upright, knelt on the ground, and trembled as he said, "No… cannot…".

Without waiting for him to finish, Mo Junheng grabbed his collar and said, "Tell me, can you cure him?"

"Yes! I can cure!" the Imperial Doctor hurriedly replied, "I will spare no effort; I will definitely restore His Highness."

Mo Junheng, hearing this, slowly released his grip; the murderous intent in his eyes faded a little, but still lingered over the Imperial Doctor.

The Imperial Doctor naturally sensed the murderous intent projected onto him, and he kept assuring, "I will definitely heal him."

"Remember what you said today; if you fail to cure me, you and your family will meet a bad end," Mo Junheng said coldly. "Also, control your tongue—what you may say, what you may not. I trust you know the limits; if Mother Empress asks…"

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand. Rest assured, Your Highness, I will keep this matter locked in my stomach."

Mo Junheng waved his hand, and the Imperial Doctor, understanding, retreated. Gao Feng stepped forward, whispered, "Your Highness, shall I…," making a throat‑wiping gesture. Mo Junheng shook his head, "No need, he's not a fool; to keep his life he must learn to shut his mouth. Among the many Grand Physicians in the Imperial Medical Institute, aside from Grand Physician Wen, only he remains usable, and Grand Physician Wen is a man of my Father Emperor."

Gao Feng thought for a moment, whispered, "Your Highness, it is rumored that Divine Doctor Xiao's medical skill is outstanding; I will fetch him to treat you."

Mo Junheng pondered briefly, "Let's see if this Divine Doctor Xiao has any weak spot; I don't like people without a weakness."

"Understood."

After Gao Feng left, Mo Junheng angrily smashed every piece of porcelain in the room, veins bulging on his forehead; all the servants of the Crown Prince's Residence trembled, each fearing that a careless mistake might anger the Crown Prince and cost them their lives.

The news of the Crown Prince's anger quickly reached Mo Junyan's ears.

"Prince, the Crown Prince erupted in a great rage; reports say he smashed the entire study."

Mo Junyan nodded, unsurprised.

"Prince, before his outburst the Crown Prince met Grand Physician Li."

"Hmm." Mo Junyan nodded, "Any news from the northern desert lately?"

At that moment, Yun Tian hurried in: "Lord, something happened; Divine Doctor Xiao wrote that he did not find the Young Prince in the northern desert, and our men have lost contact with the Young Prince; they are still searching."

Mo Junyan paused, brows knit, "Lost contact?"

"Yes, the Young Prince is severely injured, whereabouts unknown."

"Any news from the Marquis of the State's residence?"

"The Marquis has already sent people to look, but no news has returned yet."

Mo Junyan's voice was deep, "Where did the contact break?"

"Within Nanpu territory, our men vanished as soon as they entered Nanpu."

Nanpu…

"Send more troops." Mo Junyan's eyes flashed, "Especially the envoy contingent from Yuqin Guo; even if we turn Nanpu upside down, we must find the person for This Prince."

"Yes!"

A vague bad premonition rose in Mo Junyan's heart.

He had already sent the person out in advance; could it be that even so, the final outcome cannot be changed?

"Any news from Yun Shan?"

"All warhorses have been sent to the cavalry camp." Yun Shui tentatively asked, "Lord, when will Yun Shan be reclaimed?"

Mo Junyan glared at him; Yun Shui hurriedly shut his mouth.

At that moment, a guard arrived at the study doorway and respectfully said, "Prince, the Palace has sent a message inviting you to appear before the Emperor."

Mo Junyan smiled, but the smile was only cold.

The Emperor waited in the Palace for a long time, until the sun was about to set, when Mo Junyan finally appeared in the Imperial Study.

The Emperor set down the document in his hand and said coldly, "It's truly not easy for me to see you even once!"

"Father Emperor, you jest. Your son is now physically disabled, aware that I am unworthy of your sight, so I try not to disturb you, lest you become irritated." Mo Junyan sat in a wheelchair, wearing a mask, with a world‑weary demeanor, causing the Emperor's brows to twitch.

"Your legs…"

"Father Emperor, hasn't someone already examined me? Why didn't Grand Physician Wen report my condition after returning?" Mo Junyan sneered, "That would be his negligence."

"Second son, what do you mean by saying that? Do you suspect me?" the Emperor's face darkened slightly. "I sent Grand Physician Wen to treat you because I worry about you. Since your legs… were injured, you have refused to see me. I am your Father Emperor; would I harm you? I had the Crown Prince bring Grand Physician Wen to treat you precisely because I feared your condition might worsen, in case there is any chance of your legs recovering…"

"It won't recover." Without waiting for the Emperor to finish, Mo Junyan said coldly, "Your son's legs will not recover." He lifted his head, gazing straight into his Father Emperor's eyes: "Your son's legs are already useless; that fulfills your wish. You need not put on a pretended act of a benevolent father and filial son here. I'm sorry, the father is unkind, and the son is unfilial."

"You!" the Emperor heard, his face turning blue‑purple, slamming the table hard. "Second son, do you know what you're saying! How dare you speak to me like that! Who gave you such nerve! Do you perhaps think…"

"There's no such thing as 'maybe'!" Mo Junyan clenched his hands on the wheelchair, his gaze at his Father Emperor full of hatred: "Since the day Mother Consort died, there has been no 'maybe'—Mother Consort will not be my backing; it wasn't before, and it won't be in the future."

"Second son, I have said that your Mother Consort's death has nothing to do with me. I now also want to know what actually happened back then! I have said that the affairs of the Bai family will not involve her, and I will not truly punish the Bai family; it is she who does not trust me!"

"Ha." Mo Junyan sneered, "Not punish the Bai family? The Bai family has no living members left; that's how it is. What more does the Father Emperor want? My blood also carries the Bai lineage; perhaps you should kill me as well. After all, I have seen you regard me with disdain for a long time."

"Mo Junyan!" the Emperor raised his hand, yet it lingered. He stared at the son he once favored most; his eyes held contempt and hatred. Fury boiled within him, wishing he could crush him with a single slap, yet that very gaze reminded him unavoidably of the last time he saw his Mother Consort, whose look at him was identical to now.

"Second son, do not think I truly cannot bring myself to kill you." He lowered his hand, turned back to the Dragon Throne and sat down: "You were born into the royal family; you should know the royal rules—first sovereign, then minister, then father‑son. You are both my son and my subject; I will decide what you shall be, and you shall be as I decree."