Mo Bilian, who had been holding back her anger, finally lost it and yelled, "If Fourth Sister is useful, then Fourth Sister, go for it! Second Sister is waiting!"

"I will prove that I am better than you."

Mo Bici snorted, looked up at Ling Yongnian, and then smiled.

"I've heard that the Third Prince and my Second Sister are considered the perfect couple in the Holy Extreme Sect?"

The disciples: "..."

you do not say.

Ling Yongnian smiled gently and politely: "It was just my disciples being nosy after dinner, how can it be taken seriously?"

Mo Bici gave a meaningful "oh," and said, "That's good. Otherwise, if my second sister had painted His Highness the Crown Prince, I would have thought she was trying to climb the social ladder and plant some frivolous ideas on the Third Prince's head."

Ling Yongnian's gentle smile also turned somber.

It's common knowledge that he and Mo Bilian intend to be together.

But now, Mo Bilian's painting of the Crown Prince in the peach blossom forest has slapped him hard in the face.

Holy Extreme Sect disciple: "..."

Perhaps, from today onwards, the golden couple can be described as a pair of treacherous scoundrels.

After all, they all seemed to have ill intentions.

Mo Bilian's expression wasn't good. "That's still better than Fourth Sister. She became someone's concubine and a free sex object for everyone..."

"Mo Bilian!"

Mo Bici roared and pounced on her, her hand aimed straight at her hair.

Mo Bilian was in a bad mood, so when she bumped into her, she didn't hold back and hit her back.

She didn't use any spiritual power; relying solely on her strength, she grabbed Mo Bici's clothes and slapped her across the face.

"ah!"

Mo Bici screamed furiously, then desperately tried to bite Mo Bilian.

Mo Bilian also became ruthless, slapping him hard with both hands, making a loud thud.

Ling Yongnian frowned slightly as he looked at him.

Holy Extreme Sect disciple: "!!!"

Wow, the sisters have become enemies.

If the senior sister is so ruthless to her own younger sister, how will she treat them?

That's terrifying.

"The Third Prince."

Ling Yongnian looked up at Nie You and nodded slightly.

Nie You's identity is different from that of an ordinary guard.

Nie You crossed his arms and held his sword. "His Highness said that since I have not yet paid my respects to my elder brother and the Crown Prince today, I should kneel for four hours."

"Yes." Ling Yongnian's expression changed slightly, then he lifted his robe and knelt down.

Nie You glanced at it, then left.

Holy Extreme Sect disciple: "!!!"

The celestial senior brother, who was high above the Holy Extreme Sect and untouchable, had no choice but to kneel after returning.

This trip was totally worth it.

Mo Bilian slapped Mo Bici until she was dizzy and her face was swollen like a pig's head, then pushed her to the ground.

"Mo Bici, you're a useless piece of trash now, so you'd better behave yourself. As your older sister, I can still protect you, otherwise..."

She snorted coldly, then turned and left with a smile.

However, he still glanced at Ling Yongnian out of the corner of his eye.

Before His Highness the Crown Prince, even the Third Prince was no better than him; he would kneel at will and could not refuse in the slightest.

Therefore, His Highness the Crown Prince is still the best candidate.

As for liking it?

She may have had feelings for him when she was young, but they couldn't compete with the peerless beauty of the Crown Prince, nor with his noble status.

Mo Bici's mouth was bleeding from the beating. At this moment, she gripped the ground tightly with both hands and stared hatefully at Mo Bilian's back.

Just you wait, all of you just wait.

If I'm not having a good time, none of you will be either!

Mo Bilian did not return directly to the manor, but instead wore a veil and waited at the end of the Hundred Flowers Sedan Chair procession.

The people of the city cheered and supported them, and flowers flew everywhere as the flower-decorated sedan chair carrying Mo Yunzhao and Ling Jingyu gradually approached from afar.