All Aspects Are Kneeling and Begging the Villain Heroine To Be a Person

 How long will her revenge last?

 Wouldn’t it accompany him throughout his life?

Thinking of this, Chu Mochen's face turned pale. If that was the case, he really couldn't resist. She was like an insurmountable mountain. Facing her, he was really powerless.

Chu Mochen slowly closed his eyes: "Now that the Queen Mother has found out, what do you want? Do you want to take my life and take this country?"

 In fact, he has not given up completely. At this moment, he is just paralyzing the opponent first.

 He has another trump card.

 The National Preceptor, the National Preceptor’s methods are treacherous, which can no longer be described as martial arts. The only way he can turn around now is to find an opportunity to ask the national master for help, but this time he must not let the other party find out.

　　The reason why he has not let the National Preceptor take action is because he is also afraid of the National Preceptor.

 But now there is no other way. If one of the two cooperates, he chooses the National Preceptor. At least the National Preceptor has helped his father, and he is also a capable person.

"I don't want your life, nor do I want to seize the country. As the Ai family said, I'm here to repay the gift." As he spoke, Qian Yan took out a medicine bottle, which contained wine mixed with the power that had been dispersed. After taking the medicine twice, she thought the amount was enough.

Qian Yan handed the porcelain white medicine bottle to Chu Mochen's eyes: "Emperor, drink this before going to sleep."

 The tone is light and airy, as if it is hot milk.

Chu Mochen stared at the medicine bottle in front of him, clenching his fists, and pursed his lips vigorously. He never thought that the medicine that the little emperor had worked so hard to find would have to be taken by himself in the end. If he had known this, why would he? It's a pity that I regretted it too late.

The other party comes over late at night, and if he doesn’t drink the medicine in the porcelain bottle, she will force him to drink it.

Instead of being fed medicine, it is better to drink it yourself, which will make you less embarrassed. After all, there is no way to avoid this.

"Okay." Chu Mochen took the medicine bottle. Although he was very reluctant in his heart, he opened it and drank it without much hesitation. The moment the potion entered his stomach, he felt something was wrong in the position of his Dantian.

Qian Yan grabbed his wrist, and his tone remained calm: "It is indeed a good medicine, and it works very quickly. Prince Rong spent a lot of effort on making this medicine, right?"

Chu Mo answered in silence, carefully feeling the loss of internal energy, and his meridians were also numb. It was obvious that he would no longer be able to practice martial arts after this. How much he praised this medicine before, now he hates it.

"This medicine works really quickly, and all his internal energy has almost dissipated." Jiang Guhuai grabbed Chu Mochen's other wrist and checked it, still feeling the changes carefully.

Chu Mochen was very angry when he was being observed like this.

However, there is only anger left and nothing can be done.

 He is the lord of the world, how did he end up in such a situation? He must seek help from the National Preceptor, he couldn't bear it anymore.

When Chu Mochen's martial arts power completely dissipated, Qian Yan asked him to try practicing the martial arts again. After confirming that his meridians would really hurt, he finally let him go.

"Emperor, please go to sleep." Qian Yan put down Chu Mochen's wrist, "Stop secretly giving gifts, otherwise the Aijia will have to come back to you in the middle of the night."

 Humiliation, this is simply a great humiliation!

 “This gift also has a share of the honorable king.”

“It’s really troublesome, I have to leave the palace.”

Qianyan turned around, and Jiang Guhuai quickly followed her, holding her hand in front of Chu Mochen, and their figures disappeared into the night.

Chu Mochen, covered in cold sweat, sat on the bed and remained silent for a long time.

 The little emperor's uncle was also going to suffer, but he had no choice.

I don’t know how much time passed before Chu Mo came back to his senses and people knelt on the ground in front of him.