Mo Yunzhao stopped, looked up at him, and asked, "Reason?"

Ling Jingyu took her hand and placed the jade bowl of grapes in her hand.

"Yes, your Big White plucked my Roc's feathers, and now Roc isn't eating or drinking and is about to die."

Mo Yunzhao looked up and saw the big white dog lying in the yard, with a beautiful feather in its mouth, and even using the feather to groom its long fur.

Big White put down its feathers, raised its tiger face, and proudly bared its teeth.

“Master, I have finally plucked the feathers of the Wind Chaser. Soon I will be able to pluck all its feathers, take it for a walk in the street, and then eat all kinds of boiled live birds, steamed live birds, and stir-fried big birds.”

Mo Yunzhao felt that it was shaking its whiskers and baring its teeth, as if it were laughing.

"Don't laugh, it's too ugly."

The big white tiger's face drooped, and its whiskers hung down.

The owner said it's too ugly!!!

Ling Jingyu held up another bird, about the size of his palm, in both hands. "Ah Zhao, look, Dapeng is going to die. You have to take responsibility."

Mo Yunzhao looked at the bird with its eyes closed as if it were dead. "It seems to be called Chasing Wind."

Why did they choose the name Dapeng, which is a perfectly good name?

Ling Jingyu said, "Ah Zhao, I don't ask for much, just marry me. This is also Dapeng's last words."

The still-alive roc rolled its eyes.

Mo Yunzhao picked up Dapeng and tossed it to Dabai, saying, "Dabai, you don't need to cook it, just swallow it raw."

Big White roared and leaped up.

The roc let out a shriek, flapped its wings, and instantly grew as large as an eagle, soaring into the sky.

Big White spread its wings and flew away as well.

A roc and a tiger began to tear at each other in the air.

Mo Yunzhao looked up: "He's alive. Now he has no last words."

Ling Jingyu looked up at the roc tearing at the sky.

They can't even act properly.

Or, should we strangle him?

How to make a last will and testament come true?

Ling Jingyu followed Mo Yunzhao to the flower hall. "Ah Zhao, I haven't eaten either. I was exhausted last night. Shouldn't you give me something to eat?"

Mo Yunlan sat in the flower hall, staring wide-eyed as the two people dressed in red walked side by side.

Fu Liu was serving the dishes when she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

I was exhausted last night, so I still came with the city lord early this morning.

This is definitely a third-party affair.

"Sister-in-law".

Ling Jingyu sat down without any hesitation and snatched Mo Yunzhao's bowl and chopsticks.

“Nie You didn’t perform well last time, so I left him to guard the gate. Next time, bring an even more handsome man, I guarantee he’ll be better than him.”

Mo Yunlan laughed awkwardly, "Your Highness, please don't be so familiar."

Ling Jingyu served food to Mo Yunzhao. "Ah Zhao, today is March 20th. The weather is perfect. Let's go boating on the lake."

Upon hearing the date, Mo Yunzhao paused slightly. "March 20th."

Today is a good day.

"No, I'm staying at the manor to handle some business today."

Ling Jingyu's eyes lit up as he nodded repeatedly, "Alright, A-Zhao will fan the flames, and I'll set the stage."

Mo Yunlan paused for a moment, then understood.

Mo Yunzhao sent someone to summon Mo Jinghao to the flower hall.

Mo Jinghao got up, rinsed his mouth, didn't eat, took some medicine, and when someone called him to the flower hall, he didn't go. Instead, he practiced his boxing in the courtyard.

A trusted aide came in, and after he stopped, whispered to him, "Second Master, the people have entered the city and everything has been arranged."

Mo Jinghao took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat. "Then let's do it this way."

Recently, he has been suppressed and severely humiliated by Mo Yunzhao.

He didn't want to endure it any longer.

At the very least, he should teach her a lesson so she knows she has to respect him, her second uncle, to have any chance of survival.