Mo Yunlan sternly snorted, "I wasn't talking to you."

"Okay, you're talking to A-Qian."

Fu Liu smiled, pursing her lips. The city lord's words were truly worthy of a beating.

Mo Yunlan's expression softened slightly. "Anyway, you're not allowed to go. We'll talk about it after you've recovered."

Ah Zhao is unconscious, has a high fever, feels dizzy, and is very pale. The fever hasn't subsided yet.

There are still so many things to do.

Given her current physical condition, who knows what might happen if she goes to see Mo Bici?

Mo Yunzhao threw back the covers. "Go. She's not long for this world. She could die at any moment. I want to get some information out of her."

Mo Yunlan's face fell, her expression clearly showing her displeasure.

“Go by yourself. Once you’re there, don’t talk to me again, and don’t call me ‘elder sister.’ I don’t have such an disobedient Ah Zhao.”

Mo Yunzhao smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Fu Liu helped Mo Yunzhao get dressed and then accompanied her out.

Frustrated, Mo Yunlan silently followed behind, carrying her gleaming broadsword.

Fu Meng was waiting outside. When she saw her come out, she bowed and said, "City Lord."

"You rest first. I'll come back and report to you after I've rested."

Fu Meng bowed her head in response.

The sedan chair was carried all the way to the prison gates, where it was heavily guarded.

Upon entering the prison, he saw the burly man with the bushy beard and Chen Chong, among others, all imprisoned.

They were all staring at her.

The prison was dark, damp, and cold, with fat rats running around.

And there was the sound of people walking on chains.

Soon, they arrived at the cell where Mo Bici was being held.

She sat cross-legged on the ground with an air of composure, sometimes looking at her severed hand, sometimes scratching her hair, and then smiling sinisterly.

Hearing the sound, she looked up.

He was pale-faced, exuding weakness, yet possessing an air of superiority.

"I thought you would be afraid of me and that's why you wouldn't come."

The jailer opened the cell door.

Mo Yunlan, who had been silently following, blocked Mo Yunzhao's path with a large cleaver and went inside first.

Mo Yunzhao shook his head and went inside with a wry smile.

Seeing the deep sisterly affection between them, Mo Bici was also very jealous. "They really are sisters. Mo Yunlan, you haven't forgotten how she stole your fiancé, have you?"

"You're the only one who would want such a bastard. Ah Zhao and I don't care for him."

Mo Bici laughed, "It doesn't matter. You sisters are with Ling Yongqing now, forever and ever."

Mo Yunlan suddenly felt nauseous.

Fu Liu was particularly angry, and said in a crisp voice, "Your delusions are too severe. The city lord is His Highness."

Mo Yunzhao glanced at her sideways. This little maid has gotten bolder; she just secretly paired her up with someone.

“That’s right, A-Zhao is His Highness’s.” After saying that, Mo Yunlan came back to her senses, “Bullshit, A-Zhao is clearly mine.”

Ah Zhao isn't married yet, so it still belongs to her.

A jailer came in carrying a food box. "Lord, this is the food that Mo Bici wanted."

This food was brought in after I asked for permission.

Mo Yunzhao nodded, "Put it up."

The jailer smiled and said yes, and then had a small table brought in and the food placed on it.

Mo Bici looked up at them with a smile, "We three sisters have been through thick and thin together. Today I'm treating you to a meal as a farewell gift for me."

She has now regained consciousness and knows that she is doomed.

There was nothing else to eat but meat: braised pork belly, stir-fried pork belly with beans, eggplant stew with minced meat, and thick, white bone broth.