This excellent healing medicine contains aconite.

While aconite is not poisonous, if it is used as a powder to treat wounds, it will leave scars.

The refined black grass has an even more potent medicinal effect. It will leave toxins in the wound, which will become a permanent scar. Even if the flesh of the scar is cut off, it will still grow back.

This is the domineering nature of black grass.

She had not only injuries on her arms, but also injuries on her face, whip marks on her body, and injuries on her buttocks, all treated with medicine given by His Highness the Crown Prince.

Then she...

Mo Bici's eyes widened in horror; she was disfigured!

A terrified Mo Bizhi suddenly remembered what happened today: when she recounted how the Crown Prince bestowed medicine, Mo Yunzhao gave her a meaningful smile.

Her eyes suddenly reddened with resentment.

It must have been Mo Yunzhao who asked His Highness the Crown Prince to do this, because she knew His Highness the Crown Prince's feelings for her and that he would cherish her.

But he used His Highness the Crown Prince to hurt her in this way.

Mo Bici clenched her fists in hatred and pounded the bed. "Mo Yunzhao, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

She must pay back double for the torment she is suffering now.

must!

...

On the other side, Ling Yongnian was chased by a pack of vicious dogs for several blocks before he finally managed to shake them off.

Although he possessed spiritual power, he failed to kill the vicious dog and ended up in a sorry state.

I don't know where that vicious dog came from, it was so ferocious.

It's a joke that he, the dignified third prince, was being chased by vicious dogs.

The robe, torn to shreds by the vicious dog, revealed his underpants, and his face was as black as charcoal.

"Mo Yunzhao is really too clueless."

Lai Hongbo was in an even worse state; his robe was torn, and even his underpants were ripped off.

Just thinking about him running barefoot through several streets made my face burn with embarrassment.

Ling Yongnian held a wine glass in his hand and took a big gulp. "Yes."

He originally intended to seduce Mo Yunzhao, make him fall in love with him, and then Mo Yangcheng would be at his disposal.

If she can't do it, there's still Mo Yunlan.

but……

Thinking about how those three acrostic love poems had all been seen by them, and how her feelings had been exposed, she felt incredibly embarrassed.

And then there's Mo Bilian, who insisted on giving that poem to Mo Yunzhao and said those things about him.

This is meant to eliminate his options and make him unable to live without her.

It's truly disgusting.

Lai Hongbo looked on and whispered, "It's not going to work with Mo Yunzhao, why don't we find someone else..."

He placed his hand across his neck.

They're looking for an assassin to kill Mo Yunzhao.

Ling Yongnian glanced at him and said, "We don't need to get involved in the Mo family's affairs. We can just watch the show."

He doesn't need to take action against Mo Yunzhao.

As long as someone wants to be the city lord, there will naturally be plenty of people to deal with Mo Yunzhao.

And he only needs to watch and lend a helping hand when the time is right.

With the people's hearts won over, why worry that Moyang City wouldn't fall into his hands?

During dinner that evening, Fu Liu served them, vividly recounting the amusing stories of Mo Bici being beaten and Ling Yongnian being chased by vicious dogs.

She spoke with great enthusiasm and conviction, as if she were right there in the scene.

Mo Yunlan felt a surge of satisfaction, "Serves him right!"

That old man who was trying to sow discord between her and A-Zhao deserves a beating.

One who wants both her and Ah Zhao should bite even harder.

Mo Yunzhao served her a bowl of soup, "It's not enough."

These are still far from enough.

She takes her time, one step at a time.

If anyone dares to provoke her again, they can forget about living.

Mo Yunlan looked up at her and felt that beneath her serene appearance lay a surging hatred.

It made her heart ache.

She patted her chest forcefully, "Ah Zhao, go for it! If the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you."

Mo Yunzhao smiled, pursing his lips, "Mm."