After exiting the courtyard, Mo Weinong carefully looked at the ground, following the slightly different footprints and a bit of bloodstains, she quickly walked in the direction of the left.

She didn't know who the bloodstains belonged to either, but Mo Weinong had a bad premonition about who it was. With Eighth Prince on her mind, her footsteps got faster and faster.

Not long after, a clamoring voice could be heard from not too far away.

There was also a familiar low growl that sounded like a small beast.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for a few days, I didn't expect your complexion to be better now." Say, did you run off somewhere to steal something to eat? "

"It must be. His hands and feet must be dirty. Break them."

What a useless thing, little bastard, a little bastard who has a mother and no mother." You actually dare to call yourself the eighth prince? Ah pei, this prince doesn't have a brother like you. For people like you, even if you die, no one will even spare a glance at you.

"That's right, that's right. royal father doesn't even remember a son like you. Even if he did, with that slut's mother's status as a spy, he would only feel disgust when he saw you."

"You still dare to run? You still dare to call for help? Who do you think will save you in this palace? Who dares to save you? Can't you see how far those ladies run? "You overestimate yourself."

"Hit him, hit him."

The more Mo Weinong heard, the more shocked she was, and the uglier her expression became.

Turning around the corner, he indeed saw that little figure struggling with all his might, and the Sixth Prince that he had seen before was riding on his body.

He even crazily grabbed Li Yao's head and smashed it against the stone floor. His actions were so vicious that it seemed as if he was about to kill someone.

There were a few other young nobles on the side who also stepped heavily on Eighth Prince's small hands that were spread out on the ground.

The young Tenth Prince smilingly used a wooden stick to smash against Eighth Prince's ankle.

Glimmers danced in Mo Weinong's eyes as she shouted with an ice-cold expression, "Stop."

The group of children who were fighting all trembled in fear at the shout. They all stopped what they were doing and raised their heads to look at Mo Weinong, who was not far away.

Eighth Prince turned around, his eyes that had been muddled by blood donation weakly opened wide, looking at her. After a moment of light, the tears that he had struggled to hold in fell down, his small mouth tightly pursing, yet he was finally able to heave a sigh of relief.

Mo Weinong rushed forward, and only then could Sixth Prince and the rest see who it was, seeing that it was a new face, they immediately became angry and embarrassed, "Who are you? Where did this servant come from? How dare he yell at the prince? This prince can't do anything. "

As he spoke, he lifted Eighth Prince's hair and was about to knock him down to the ground again.

Without saying a word, Mo Weinong extended her hand out without thinking, and directly pushed Sixth Prince down from Eighth Prince's body.

After that, she waved away a few other young nobles and the Tenth Prince before carefully helping Eighth Prince up. Seeing his face filled with blood, her heart tightened and her anger almost drowned her out.

"Are you okay?"

Eighth Prince's entire body was limp, as he gasped for breath weakly. He wanted to reach out to wipe the blood on his face, but he found that he was unable to do so.

Mo Weinong anxiously used her hand to wipe his face, and said softly: "It's okay, I will save you."

"..." "Right." Eighth Prince replied weakly.

At this moment, screams and cries came from the side.

"You ignorant servant, you dare to attack this prince? You don't want to live anymore, do you? This prince will immediately sentence you to death. " Sixth Prince fell to the ground and fell. His butt was in pain, but because he was older than everyone else, he did not cry. Instead, he angrily pointed at Mo Weinong and shouted.

The Tenth Prince's age was young, and he was only five years old. However, the stick in his hand accidentally hit the back of his foot, causing him to cry from the pain.

Now that he heard his sixth brother swearing, he also cried and shouted, "You shall be sentenced to death, sentenced to death, you shall be sentenced to death, you servant!"

Mo Weinong's cold eyes suddenly fell on them, looking at them as if they were dead.

These children were young, but they were all vicious and merciless. Forget about the fact that the Eighth Prince himself was already in a vulnerable position, he did not pose a threat to them, nor had he gone against them. Even if the Eighth Prince truly offended them, it would at most be a conflict between brothers.

This kind of person with a twisted mentality, if possible, Mo Weinong didn't mind killing them.

This palace, this courtyard, this kind of place, this kind of brother, how could Mo Weinong be at ease to keep the Eighth Prince here?

During these few days of interaction, even if it wasn't on account of those familiar eyes of Mo Weinong, she was still filled with love and pity for the Eighth Prince.

Furthermore, wasn't the Mo Weinong of the past also able to survive in such an environment?

How could she ignore someone who shared the same fate as her?

Even if he had to take a gamble, he couldn't leave the child behind.

Mo Weinong laughed coldly when she saw the arrogant eyes of the Eighth Prince and the Tenth Prince. Just as she was about to say something, her sleeve was pulled.

She lowered her head to look and saw that Eighth Prince was looking at her worriedly. She said weakly, "Hurry up and leave, they, they won't let you go. When the time comes, I, I …"

Before he finished speaking, the Sixth Prince had already started shouting, "It's useless to leave now, this damned servant actually dares to be disrespectful to this prince. This prince wants her to beg for death!"

Mo Weinong's clothes were all relatively casual, not to mention that she had come here secretly to see Eighth Prince. In order to not attract attention, she wore even more light colored clothes that didn't seem too luxurious.

Furthermore, Sixth Prince had never seen her among the other concubines and nobles, nor did he remember that she was the person who followed behind Deng Mama last time. Moreover, even if he had seen himself as a Sixth Prince before, being pushed and falling, even if it was a Princess Jianyou with a respected identity, he would still hold on to his face and make a ruckus.

Mo Weinong had already helped Eighth Prince up, and seeing that her legs were in pain, it was unknown if it was because she had sprained her ankle or what, but she looked like she couldn't move at all.

Even though he was a seven or eight-year-old child, Eighth Prince had always been malnourished, and his height and weight were even lower than the Tenth Prince's. It wasn't difficult for her to carry him at all.

Without even looking at Sixth Prince once, Mo Weinong directly carried him and walked toward the courtyard from before.

The eyes of Sixth Prince and the rest were wide open as they looked in disbelief at the woman who did not place them in her eyes at all.