Ling Jingyu looked down at Mo Jinghao and said, word by word, "There is no need for Moyang City to exist."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Mo Jinghao clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

The clan leader, however, was suddenly enlightened by these words.

The Mo family was originally just a small family. Their rise to become the current rulers of a city was not due to their own efforts, but rather to the hard work and sacrifices of Old Master Mo and his wife.

The position of Lord of Moyang City is to be passed down only to the eldest son of the main branch of the family; others have no chance at all.

Unless, someone else is of greater use.

but……

The clan leader glanced at Mo Jinghao, clearly realizing that he was no more useful than the Mo Yunzhao sisters.

Ling Jingyu has long legs and walks very fast, so he quickly caught up with Mo Yunzhao and the others.

Mo Yunzhao and Mo Yunlan walked side by side, with Fu Liu slightly behind. Da Bai wagged its fluffy tail and followed behind, looking majestic and powerful.

Mo Yunlan opened her mouth several times, but didn't know what to say.

It wasn't until they arrived at Zhaotian Garden that she took Mo Yunzhao's hand and said, "Ah Zhao, whatever you do, your older sister will support you."

She noticed that Ah Zhao was in a bad mood, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

All I can say is this: no matter what, Ah Zhao will always have her as her older sister.

Mo Yunzhao looked up at Mo Yunlan, smiled, and said happily, "Yes, I know."

Mo Yunlan looked up at Ling Jingyu as he walked in. His face was slightly frosty, and his whole body exuded a cold aura.

His previous frivolous and reckless behavior has disappeared.

At this moment, he was noble and aloof, like an ice lotus on a high cliff, beautiful yet captivating.

She glanced at Mo Yunzhao, then left with Fu Liu and Da Bai.

The atmosphere between the two was a little off.

I sensed Mo Yunlan's aura fading away.

Mo Yunzhao, who had been standing as straight as a pine tree, suddenly went limp and collapsed to the ground.

"A Zhao."

Ling Jingyu's heart tightened instantly. He rushed forward, squatted down, and was about to pick her up.

Mo Yunzhao slapped his hand away, "Your Highness, I don't need it."

Ling Jingyu lowered his eyes, looked at the hand that had been slapped away, sighed, took out a porcelain bottle, and poured out a pill, "Vitality Pill, your aura is too chaotic."

She fought desperately just now and ended up getting injured.

Mo Yunzhao saw a pill lying in the palm of his hand, which was covered by ice cicada silk gloves. He said thank you, took the pill, and then took it.

Ling Jingyu didn't stand up either, and simply sat down opposite her.

“Ah Zhao, you don’t need it, but I can stay with you. I can stay with you anytime, anywhere.”

Mo Yunzhao looked up at him.

He sat there on the ground, right there in the courtyard, without displaying any of the proper demeanor of a crown prince.

The red robe spread out, like a field of flowers in bloom.

But he was good-looking, which only made him appear carefree, lazy, and luxurious, and somewhat unruly.

She didn't need him to pick her up, so he just sat on the floor with her.

Perhaps one day she will fall into the deepest hell, and he will not be able to save her, and he will fall with her.

This is his attitude towards her.

This thought sent a shiver down Mo Yunzhao's spine.

There's a tingling, sour, and slightly numbing sensation that's racing through my heart—a feeling that's both sweet and painful.

She lowered her eyes. "I don't need protection. I only want to protect others, and..."

She paused slightly, then looked up at Ling Jingyu, "and Your Highness."