Mo Shi, who was standing beside him, hurriedly said, "If the emperor can help my prince ascend to the throne of the King of Xirong, my prince will naturally repay his kindness and lend the 200,000 troops of Xirong to the Emperor."

Chu Yi laughed and said, "What's the difficulty? I just like people like you who are ambitious and ambitious."

Mo Shi's eyes were flashing with excitement, and the long-clogged seed of ambition in his heart seemed to suddenly break out of his shell, grow up quickly, and turn into a towering tree.

Although Mo Ze felt that it was inappropriate to promise Emperor Nan Chu to lend him 200,000 troops, he did not want to embarrass Mo Shi in front of Emperor Nan Chu. Perhaps Mo Shi had any last resort.

And maybe, Mo Shi is just a delaying strategy.

Let the Emperor of Southern Chu help him rescue his father... Well, help him become the King of Western Rong. As for whether to become the Queen of Western Rong, whether to lend troops to Nan Chu, isn’t that a sentence from the King of Western Rong?

The three of them had decided to discuss it. Three days later, Chu Yi took the imperial concubine to the Western Rong Kingdom, and then the imperial concubine came forward to diagnose the King of Western Rong.

After Mo Ze and Mo Shi came out of the palace, they returned to the inn arranged by Chu Yi for them. Mo Ze was a little unhappy.

"Uncle Mo, why did you agree to the Southern Chu Emperor's unreasonable request?"

Mo Shi glanced at him and asked back, "Don't you want to be the King of Xirong?"

Mo Ze was stunned and pondered: "I have loved traveling around since I was a child and I have no interest in being the King of Xirong. I just want to save my father, but I don't want him to be framed."

"Ha!" Mo Shi sneered and said, "How can you not be interested in the King of Xirong in the royal family? Moreover, only you know in your heart that you are not interested in the King of Xirong, but others do not think so. They only think that you, like them, want to be kings, so you are a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their flesh. Although you don't fight, you still can't escape the fate of being regarded as enemies. In the end, the result of your failure to fight is to be killed by them, because only dead people can reassure them."

No one had ever said this to Moze. Moze suddenly heard it and his whole heart was shocked. He retreated repeatedly, his body trembling slightly, like a frightened little wolf.

"No...not that..."

Mo Ze shook his head while retreating, saying, "Father, cherish me, brother, love me very much, and brother, they will not regard me as an enemy. Now, our common enemies are Concubine Pei and Concubine Chu Xian, as well as Concubine Pei's father.

They controlled my father and controlled the court of the Western Rong Kingdom, and their enemies were all."

Mo Shi said: "Of course now, but, once their power is disintegrated, who will be the King of Xirong?"

Moze said: "Of course it's my father."

Mo Shi shook his head and said, "No, the king is old. This new King of Xirong will definitely be born among the three brothers. If you don't fight for it, you will naturally be the eldest prince or the third prince. No matter which one of them becomes the King of Xirong, the first thing they have to solve is you."

"Why?" Mo Ze shook his head in disbelief: "I won't compete with them."

Mo Shi said: "Because you invited Concubine Nan Chu back, and the one you invited back cured the King of Xirong, so you have the greatest contribution. If you do not become the King of Xirong, you are the master of great merit. In history, those who have achieved great merits will have only one outcome, that is - death!"
Chapter completed!