When Ling Jingyu turned his head to look at her smile, he felt a tingling sensation in his heart, which then blossomed into a burst of joy.

My heart felt sweet as she smiled.

Mo Bici's heart skipped a beat, but she still denied it: "No!"

"Nonsense!" Mo Yunlan had long been impatient, and with a large cleaver in hand, she pointed it directly at Mo Bici.

"Whether you admit it yourself or I cut your clothes clean so everyone can see clearly, you're still just a little girl who hasn't even grown any hair yet, there's nothing to see."

Mo Yunzhao smiled slightly, her lips pursed. Actually, her older sister was much more arrogant than her.

Ling Jingyu was focused on peeling the grapes, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Nie You's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched downwards.

This old lady has said something quite surprising.

So rude, who would dare to marry her?

Many guests smiled and glanced at Mo Bici with ill intent. She was slender and, although not yet of marriageable age, already had the figure of a young girl.

While her skin wasn't quite like solidified cream, it was certainly as white as salt.

From this perspective, it's still somewhat interesting.

"Mo... Ah!"

As soon as Mo Bici opened her mouth, a flash of cold light appeared, her belt was cut off, and her clothes were torn open.

She screamed and quickly pulled her clothes together.

"Mo Yunlan!" Mo Bici gritted her teeth in anger when she saw the man holding a large cleaver and hooking it around her belt.

Mo Yunlan brought the machete closer, her white jade belt fluttering in the wind. She raised an eyebrow: "Should you say it, or should I cut it?"

Seeing her seriousness, Mo Bici knew that she was a person of her word.

She gritted her teeth in anger and looked up at Ling Jingyu for help, but his eyes were only on the unpeeled grapes, and he didn't give her a second glance.

She could only look up at her father.

But Mo Jinghao gave her a look that made her admit it.

Mo Yunlan clearly didn't have the patience: "Are you going to tell me, or am I going to cut it?"

Mo Bici refused to admit it, but bit her lip and called out softly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Ah Zhao, the grapes are peeled." Ling Jingyu moved the jade bowl in front of Mo Yunzhao.

Qian was pushed out by Mo Jinghao, and she forced herself to say, "Ci'er was indeed seen naked by Ling Yongqing."

"Mother!" Mo Bici looked at her mother in disbelief, her eyes red.

How could she harm her daughter like that?

Qian lowered her head timidly, "You told me your story in tears, it's good that you've said it now, so that no one can see it in public."

Mo Bici wept bitterly, "Mother..."

"Alright," Mo Jinghao interrupted her in a deep voice, "You were kidnapped, not voluntarily. You are a victim, and I believe no one will say anything against you."

At worst, it will just damage his reputation.

He opened his mouth, but Mo Bici dared not speak. She could only lower her head and shed tears.

Mo Yunzhao ate a few grapes before finally speaking, "Since Fourth Sister's innocence has been ruined by Ling Yongqing, let him be brought in. Considering he is my brother-in-law, we will spare his life."

Qian: "Carry...carry it in?"

His principal wife was married off in a grand procession carried by eight men.

If she's brought in, she can only be a concubine.

Mo Bici jumped up and down: "Mo Yunzhao, what do you mean? My marriage is none of your business!"

Mo Jinghao glared at Mo Bici and snapped, "Shut up!"

Mo Yunzhao nodded, pointing to the coffin that was still in the center.

“Ling Yongqing has already completed the marriage ceremony with her, so she is now his wife. Therefore, Fourth Sister’s chastity has been ruined, and she can only be a concubine now.”

Mo Bici chuckled: "I almost forgot about this. Speaking of which, Ling Yongqing married you today. Now that the ceremony is complete, you are his wife."