Ling Jingyu glanced at Ling Yongnian's knees out of the corner of his eye, then looked away and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Mo Yunzhao sat languidly, his voice soft yet carrying a chill.

“Mo Jinghao framed the city lord, insulted his relatives, and tried to seize the position of city lord. He should be expelled from the city lord’s mansion and removed from the family genealogy.”

As she spoke, she looked up at Mo Jinghao and asked, "Are you convinced?"

"I……"

Mo Yunzhao interrupted him with a smile, "Second Uncle, don't be unconvinced, I have plenty of evidence."

After thinking it over, Mo Jinghao felt that things had come to this point, and there was no way to cover it up anymore; they were about to completely break off relations.

“I’m not convinced.” He raised his head. “Today’s events were a setup by me, to force Yun Zhao to relinquish his position as city lord.”

Before Mo Yunzhao could speak, he continued, "However, I'm doing this for your own good."

He was truly unwilling to accept it. It was clearly Mo Yunzhao who had someone poison him in the first place, but in the end, he could only grit his teeth and swallow the bitter pill.

You won't get anything good out of it.

Mo Yunzhao was so angry at his words that he laughed. "You poisoned yourself and set a trap to harm me, and you say it was for my own good. Do you expect me to say thank you or owe you a favor?"

Mo Yunlan looked up at Mo Jinghao's swollen, pig-like face, gripped the large cleaver, and secretly made a gesture.

If someone has a big face, do they need to cut off a few pieces to make their face look smaller?

How many layers of skin do you have to peel off before your skin becomes thin?

Mo Jinghao said with a righteous expression, "According to rumors, a mob has come to Moyang City to attack the city lord. They are extremely vicious. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to handle it, so I came up with this plan to let you lay low for a while."

"Mo Jinghao, do you think I'm a fool?"

Mo Yunzhao raised his hand to slam the table, but before his hand landed, a heavy slamming sound was heard.

She turned her head to look at Ling Jingyu.

He smiled at her with his almond-shaped eyes.

Of course, he'd do the heavy lifting of slamming the table.

Otherwise, if Ah Zhao's hand gets hurt from slapping, will he break the table or chop someone up?

Mo Jinghao is truly willing to break off all pretense of civility.

“Yun Zhao, if you had the courage and ability to govern Moyang City, we would be convinced. But you can’t. You are only concerned with your personal feelings.”

He stepped forward, his demeanor aggressive, "You are unworthy of the position of city lord! We are not convinced."

Mo Yunzhao raised his eyes and glanced at them lightly, "You're not convinced?"

The clansmen lowered their heads and dared not speak, but they clearly acquiesced.

Old Master Mo was the first city lord, and they had already seen the power of Moyang City and the benefits it brought.

Now that the second generation has fallen to this young girl, Mo Yunzhao, they are all dissatisfied.

Because they believed that any one of them, having participated in the battle, was more qualified than Mo Yunzhao to be the city lord.

The clan leader glanced at Ling Jingyu and said weakly, "If anyone can defend Moyang City, I will submit to them."

He didn't care who the city lord was; he only cared who could make Moyang City prosper and who could safeguard the glory of the Mo family.

"Mo Yunzhao, there's a minor riot going on. Why don't you and my father have a contest to see who can quell it first? Whoever does that will become the city lord."

Mo Bici stepped forward, looking at Mo Yunzhao provocatively.

Then, looking at Ling Jingyu, she said to him, "Your Highness, this is a matter concerning our Moyang City. I hope Your Highness will not interfere, because outsiders and the imperial court are not allowed to meddle."

Without His Highness the Crown Prince's help, what can Mo Yunzhao do?

Ling Jingyu snorted, "I am not an outsider. I am the one who is to marry A Zhao."