And so, Mo Yunzhao ate grapes while listening to Mo Jinghao's daily tantrums and amusing stories of his quarrels and fights with others.

A few days passed quickly.

The fifth day, in the flower hall.

Mo Yunzhao asked Fu Liu to sit down and have breakfast with him.

She pointed at Mo Jinghao and casually instructed, "You, serve the vegetables to Fu Liu."

Mo Jinghao's face was flushed with anger, and he looked ferocious and irritable.

He strode forward, flipped the table over, and it crashed down with a loud bang.

"I'm not putting up with this anymore!"

Mo Yunzhao rebuked in a deep voice: "Mo Jinghao, how dare you!"

Mo Jinghao acted as if he hadn't heard.

Mo Yunzhao stood up and unleashed a palm strike, shouting, "Stop!"

Mo Jinghao simply shrugged slightly, deflecting the incoming palm strike.

"Mo Yunzhao, if I ever act like a servant and grovel before you again, I'm a coward!"

After saying that, he angrily flung his sleeves and left in a huff.

Mo Yunzhao stared coldly at his back and said in a cold voice, "Soon, I will be able to rightfully drive you out of the City Lord's Mansion."

Mo Jinghao hadn't gone far when he heard this. He smiled sinisterly, but quickly pretended to be furious.

As night fell, a cool breeze blew.

On the high wall of the city lord's mansion, Ling Jingyu and Da Bai looked at each other again before passing by.

Nobody saw anyone.

Nobody has good intentions.

Ling Jingyu paused for a moment at Zhaotian Garden, but ultimately did not venture into the boudoir.

Instead, she turned around and went to her second wife's house.

Mo Jinghao was wondering if it was time to close the net when he heard a sound at the door.

He called out warily, "Who's there?"

Ling Jingyu sat atop the wall, gazing at the tightly closed door. "This is me."

Mo Jinghao's heart skipped a beat.

The last time His Highness the Crown Prince visited late at night, he beat him up without saying a word.

Will it still be like this today?

He nervously opened the door and saw Ling Jingyu, dressed in a brocade red robe, sitting on the wall, holding a wine pot, tilting his head back and pouring the wine into his mouth.

That movement was fluid and full of charm.

Under the hazy moonlight, there was that wicked monster that brought calamity to the human world.

Mo Jinghao asked nervously, "I didn't know Your Highness would visit so late at night..."

Ling Jingyu looked at him and said, "I am not in a good mood today."

He talked back to Ah Zhao today.

Mo Jinghao: "So..."

"Let me give you a beating."

As soon as he finished speaking, a red shadow flashed, and Ling Jingyu unleashed his Shadowless Kick with extraordinary skill.

Mo Jinghao could only see flashes of red before his eyes, but he couldn't make them out clearly. Instead, he was being kicked one after another.

He could only scream in pain, like a pig being slaughtered.

"I'll be happy with the last kick."

As he spoke, Ling Jingyu kicked him in the face.

The kick was a bit too hard, and the brocade boot flew off again.

"master……"

As soon as Madam Qian came out, she was met with a pair of brocade boots. She screamed and fainted.

Ling Jingyu hopped across on one foot, picked up the brocade boots, put them on, and rode away on the wind.

The next day.

Mo Yunzhao got up early, washed up, and as soon as he opened the door, a devilishly handsome face came into view.

"Ah Zhao, how are you feeling today?"

His handsome face, magnified, was filled with a playful smile, and his almond-shaped eyes were brimming with tenderness.

"Not good." Mo Yunzhao slapped his face away.

"It'll be ready in a moment." Ling Jingyu smiled, his peach blossom eyes sparkling. "Have you missed me these past few days?"

Mo Yunzhao pushed him aside, who was blocking her way, and said, "I don't want to."

Although she didn't miss him, she had gotten somewhat used to him sending her jade bowls of grapes every day.

Ling Jingyu, holding a jade bowl of grapes, followed behind her. "I am lovesick, so I came early. I also came to ask A-Zhao for an explanation."