Ling Jingyu, who was wiping his hands with a handkerchief, paused slightly and glanced indifferently at Mo Bici's neck.

I wonder how many cuts it would take to make such a delicate neck both painful and easy to kill.

He nodded slightly.

Hmm, I'll try it sometime later.

Mo Bici was watching Ling Jingyu closely. When she saw him staring at her and nodding in agreement, her heart pounded wildly.

His Highness agrees with her.

As expected, it was all to curry favor with Mo Yunzhao.

Mo Yunzhao said calmly, "He said that this person is not me, and he will marry no one but her. Now that the ceremony is complete, she is naturally his wife."

Feeling that she had His Highness the Crown Prince backing her up, Mo Bici straightened her back and said, "He is the one who completed the ceremony with your memorial tablet, so naturally he will marry you, not someone else."

Mo Yunzhao: "Am I dead?"

Mo Bici gritted her teeth: "No, but Ling Yongqing married you, so you are already his wife."

Why don't you just die!

However, it wouldn't be bad if Mo Yunzhao married Ling Yongqing without even realizing it.

Hmph, she really did a good deed, fulfilling Mo Yunzhao's infatuation.

Mo Yunzhao should still thank her; that's the right thing to do.

Ling Yongqing felt a chill on his neck, so he quickly stomped on the memorial tablet on the ground and rushed over to hug the coffin.

Suppressing his nausea, he shouted, "No, I will not marry Mo Yunzhao, I will marry the woman in the coffin, she is my wife!"

His Highness the Crown Prince and his father are both watching him.

Only an idiot would say that Mo Yunzhao is his wife!

Ling Jingyu withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

Bored, he tugged at a strand of Mo Yunzhao's hair and twirled it around his fingers.

Mo Yunzhao didn't look, but pulled his hair over.

But the next moment, Ling Jingyu's fingers came to pinch again.

She pulled it back, he grabbed it.

The two kept making subtle gestures.

Mo Yunzhao finally gave up trying to take his hair back, but just glared at him in annoyance.

In such a serious setting, their little actions were really too unprofessional.

The victorious Ling Jingyu smiled and entwined his arms around her hair.

Mo Yunzhao said coolly, "I'm not dead, so the memorial tablet doesn't count. Ling Yongqing also said that the female corpse was his wife."

Mo Bici glared angrily at Ling Yongqing: "Useless trash, you worthless thing!"

Ling Yongqing shrugged.

"Waste" sounds much better than "dead".

"Mo Jinghao," Mo Yunzhao called out.

Mo Jinghao accepted the order and stepped forward.

Mo Yunzhao: "Since Fourth Sister's innocence has been ruined, we can't let her suffer. The wedding hall is already there, so let her serve tea to the main wife now, and then send them into the bridal chamber together."

Ling Yongqing's expression changed drastically. Even a corpse had to be sent to the bridal chamber?

“Mo Yunzhao…”

Mo Jinghao grabbed Mo Bici and gave her a slap on the calf. "Thank you, City Lord, for arranging this marriage for Ci'er. Ci'er, quickly thank the City Lord."

Mo Bici was afraid of her father because he was a man of his word, and that fear had been with her since childhood.

So now he could only grit his teeth and say, "Thank you, City Lord, for the marriage arrangement."

She was married off so casually, like a concubine, yet she still had to be grateful to Mo Yunzhao?

On what grounds?

Ling Yongqing was happy, after all, he had married a beautiful woman.

So, he happily picked up the red veil that had been covering the memorial tablet, put it on Mo Bici, and then lifted it off.

The maid brought over some tea.

Under her father's cold gaze, Mo Bici gritted her teeth, picked up the tea, and knelt down to offer it to the coffin.

After she finished serving the tea, her status would be that of a concubine, but that was all.