The Bad Man was nearly dead at the beginning and was picked up by Yang Shuzi and taken home

Chapter 202: Inside the Mobei Royal Court

There was a solemn atmosphere in the temporary royal court. Abaoji sat on a high seat, staring gloomily at the people below who were silent as a mouse.

Ever since returning from Futu Gorge, these people have been hesitant to speak, which made Abaoji feel angry.

Abaoji became even more restless when he thought about the hidden mastermind behind the scenes who was also at work here.

He clenched his fists tightly, trying hard to control his emotions.

"In order to make up for his mistake, Master An has taken the initiative to stay in Futu Gorge to take care of Zhiwu. I wonder what you think of this?"

Abaoji's voice was full of authority, and his eyes swept over everyone's face.

"What? How can my king be so careless! Today we just agreed to have a sparring match, but Zhiwu has already been injured because of him.

Who can guarantee that he won't take advantage of Zhiwu's coma to cover up his mistakes and harm her again or do other unspeakable things?"

This person's words were full of distrust and deep hostility towards Anton-kun, and he was full of suspicion of his behavior.

Abaoji listened to his words and frowned slightly, but did not respond.

"Mr. An is an upright and aboveboard person, he would never do such a thing!

What happened today was too sudden, and no one wants to see the current situation.

Bolide, you shouldn't make malicious assumptions about Mr. An just because Zhiwu was injured!"

The person who defended Anton Jun was Yelu Bei, one of the few princes in the Mobei royal court who had a close relationship with Anton Jun.

Since An Dongjun came to Mobei, he often communicated with Yelu Bei.

When Yelu Bei saw his knowledge, he couldn't help but sigh that he had benefited a lot and respectfully called him "Sir".

Although Anton Jun had clearly expressed his refusal to use this title many times, Yelu Bei always insisted.

In desperation, Anton Jun had to acquiesce and allow the name to continue to be retained.

“If it wasn’t him, then who would it be?

If the shaman's injury yesterday could be explained as an accident or mistake, then now Lian Zhiwu is also injured. Is it a coincidence that he injured two people in a row?"

Yelu Bei continued to argue for An Dongjun:

"But Jiang Chen's corpse is now in Futu Gorge. With her here, Zhiwu will probably wake up soon. When she wakes up, we will know the truth as soon as we ask her."

"But don't forget that the surrendered minister was also brought by Lord Anton. Who knows if the Corpse Ancestor will stand on his side?"

"You..." Yelu Bei was choked and speechless.

Although he was the eldest prince, he was not the most respected and admired one in the Mobei royal family.

The reason for this is actually very simple, it is because he advocates Central Plains culture.

You know, in Mobei, people are not as interested in Central Plains culture as Yelu Bei.

So he shifted his hope to his father Yelu Abaoji. After all, Abaoji was the only person close to him.

Unexpectedly, Abaoji suddenly said: "Bolide, you should call Zhiwu Aogu now!"

He did not respond immediately, but changed the subject.

Hearing this, Yelu Bolide was stunned at first, then he immediately reacted and said quickly: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

After all, Yelu Bei was Abaoji's eldest son, and they had similar ideas. It was impossible for Abaoji to just watch him suffer.

Seeing that Bolide understood what was going on, Abaoji turned his attention to the others, wanting to hear what different opinions they could give.

At this time, Yelu Yaoguang stood quietly aside, with a solemn expression and silence.

After a long while, seeing that no one was talking anymore, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"The matter is still unclear and clues are scarce. On the surface, Master An is indeed the biggest suspect.

But let's think about it, what benefits can Master An gain from doing this? At this time, he and Jiang Chen Shizu are the only two people in Mobei, so they shouldn't risk their lives.

So my suggestion is to let Jiangchen Shizu and Master An go together to treat Zhiwu, but we also need to send some people over so that they can supervise each other. "

The old shaman who had remained silent all this time also echoed, "I also agree with the Second Prince's proposal."

"Absolutely not! Our Mobei Aogu should be taken care of by our own people in Mobei. It is not the turn of those Central Plains people to interfere!

In my opinion, Master Shaman is the best doctor in Mobei, so why not let Master Shaman treat Aogu?"

Bolide became unhappy again and directly shouted that he did not need the help of Anton Jun and the surrendered ministers.

For a moment, everyone present expressed their different opinions, and the whole scene fell into a heated debate.

Seeing the chaotic situation getting worse and worse, Yelu Abaoji, who had remained silent all the time, finally stood up and spoke.

He frowned and suddenly slapped the armrest beside him with his palm, making a loud noise, which instantly stunned everyone present.

Then, Yelu Abaoji slowly said:

“Anton-kun is my good friend, and he came to Mobei this time at my invitation.

I think no one knows his character better than I do.

What happened today was beyond everyone's expectation, so I decided to let him and Shaman take care of Zhiwu together.

However, there is one thing I must remind you.

Everyone present must keep their mouth shut about the matter of Zhiwu and Brother An getting injured during their martial arts exchange.

If anyone dares to leak a word about this matter, don't blame me for being rude to him!"

Everyone quickly responded in unison: "Yes!"

......

At night, in Abaoji's bedroom, the flickering candlelight illuminated everything inside the room.

Shuliduo sat quietly beside the bed, raised her delicate hands and gently massaged Abaoji's shoulders.

Abaoji closed his eyes, enjoying the moment of tranquility, but his mind had already flown to what happened during the day.

After a long silence, he finally asked:

"Yueliduo, I know you are a careful person. You must have seen some clues about what happened today. Don't you have anything to say?"

Shuliduo did not stop moving her hands. She smiled and replied softly, "My king has made up his mind. Why does he need me to tell him?"

Abaoji opened his eyes, turned to look at Shuliduo, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He sighed and said slowly: "Yueliduo, we have lived together for decades since we met."

Shulido was silent.