Mo Yao didn't say anything, nor did he turn to ask Mo Hua if he was willing to enter the palace.

The imperial edict is on the way, and the little empress's words have been put here. There is no room for them to choose, so it doesn't matter whether they are willing or not.

"I have other things to do, so I won't stay here." Jiurao stood up, her eyes turned slightly, and looked at Mo Hua standing in front of the bed, "But I will stay in Mo City for a few more days and wait for the order to arrive. Then you and I will return to the palace with you."

He paused, "The Mo family did a good job in disaster relief this time, but after the disaster relief, it was about water control and solving the farming problems in the coming year. What good suggestions does the Mo family master have?"

Mo Yao said lightly: "What the grass people can do is cooperate with the imperial officials. If you need grain or silver, the grass people can provide it. Your Majesty still has to make the decision. The grass people dare not say much."

Jiurao smiled faintly: "It is enough to provide grain and silver to represent the Mohist family's loyalty to the emperor and love the people. I am very satisfied."

After the words came, she turned around and walked out.

Mo Yao and Mo Hua sent her outside the door, and Mo Yao turned to his younger brother and said, "Go in first, I have something to say to His Majesty alone."

Mo Hua nodded and turned around and entered the room.

Mo Yao followed Jiurao for a while, walked through the corridor, stepped on the floating bridge on the lake, and then spoke lightly: "The grass-roots people will not resist the order, but I hope your Majesty can agree to something."

Jiurao walked in front, raised her eyes and looked at the scenery on the lake: "What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty is still young now, and Mo Hua is not old. But in a few years, Your Majesty will take charge of the power, and Mo Hua will eventually become an adult." Mo Yao's tone was calm, "The Caomin hopes that Your Majesty can give Mo Hua a child."

As he finished speaking, Jiu Rao's steps suddenly stopped.

Turning around slowly, she frowned and looked at Mo Yao: "What did you say?"

Mo Yao had a faint expression and a calm tone repeated: "I hope Your Majesty can give Mo Hua a child."

Jiurao was speechless immediately.

child……

She is only ten years old now, and although she is destined to be nine princes, she is pitiful. She actually doesn't know much about many things now, and of course she has never thought about having children in the future.

So Mo Yao's words made her stunned for a moment.

After a long silence, she slowly leaned onto the bridge railing and said lightly: "Give Mo Hua a child?"

Mo Yao nodded.

"Why?" Jiurao spoke.

Just a simple question, she had no special meaning. She just wanted to know why Mo Yao deliberately made this request.

After all, no minister or outsider dared to make such a request to the emperor.

Mo Yao turned his head and looked at the lake. His side face was as cold as a knife and axe carved, and a bit of foggy expression. "When Mo Hua entered the palace, the Mo family was a royal relative. The power and industry of the Mo family's county were invisibly included in the sphere of influence of the royal family. Your Majesty should not have buried Mo Hua's talent just now."

Jiurao was silent.

When smart people talk to smart people, they can understand the other person's meaning by just a little bit.

Just then, Jiurao knew clearly what Mo Yao said.

Then she said: "My husband will assist me in governing the country, in various fields, and in each field, and in every way, and I will not bury anyone's talents."

When Mo Yao heard this, his expression seemed to be slightly calmer and said indifferently: "What Your Majesty needs to do is to have enough courage to control the strong, rather than beware of suspicion of them."
Chapter completed!