The carriage stopped in front of the city lord's mansion.

Mo Yunzhao got off the carriage and ordered Ling Yongqing to be released.

"Mo Yunzhao".

Mo Yunzhao paused and turned his head slightly.

Ling Yongqing ran up to her, looked down at her fiercely, and said, "I have two questions. Can you answer them?"

Mo Yunzhao raised his eyes. "Ask away."

Even though their dark eyes are unfocused, they give the impression that they can look directly into people's hearts.

This made Ling Yongqing's heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but feel fear. He irritably touched his neck, "Didn't you like me? Why did you suddenly change your mind so quickly?"

Before, she liked him so much that she was willing to die for him, but now she's dealing with him without any mercy.

Mo Yunzhao said calmly, "I'm blind, I can't see what you look like, and I haven't received your tenderness. What could I possibly like about you? I'm just someone who's been slandered and wants to steal my sister's things."

Ling Yongqing and Mo Yunlan: "..."

That's quite a blunt statement.

Mo Yunzhao wasn't lying. She never liked Ling Yongqing in the first place; she was just influenced by others' slander and simply wanted to steal the marriage.

The person said at the time: She was originally the one who was supposed to be engaged to Ling Yongqing, but she was taken away by Mo Yunlan.

Between the city lord and the prince's wife, who is more noble? The prince's wife, of course.

Mo Yunlan, however, was desired by both the city lord and the prince's wife.

That person gave her an idea: "Since Mo Yunlan wants to take her position as city lord, then she should take Mo Yunlan's husband instead."

That's why Mo Yunzhao impulsively went to Emperor Yanwu, crippled her spiritual power, and asked to marry the eldest prince.

So there's no such thing as liking.

Ling Yongqing frowned and asked in a cold voice, "Did you orchestrate today's events?"

Mo Yunzhao raised his eyes, his tone even more indifferent, "I say yes, but do you think it's possible for a blind person like me to do it? You should think about who benefits from this plan."

Mo Yunlan: "..."

Ah Zhao's ability to lie through her teeth is truly remarkable, growing with each passing day.

Moreover, it seems they've even mastered the art of sowing discord?

Ling Yongqing watched them enter the city lord's mansion, his eyes turning cold.

His collaboration with Mo Jinghao this time was to ruin Mo Yunlan's reputation. This way, he could both annul the engagement and be on good terms with Mo Jinghao. If the Crown Prince got into trouble in the future, he would have the support of the Mo family and a better chance of ascending the throne.

But now, due to an unexpected incident, he has been demoted to a commoner.

The one who benefited the most was the Third Prince, Ling Yongnian, while Mo Jinghao likely played the role of a spy.

They really wanted to get rid of him, not Mo Yunlan!

Having figured out the cause and effect, Ling Yongqing clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in hatred, "Mo Jinghao, Ling Yongnian, you just wait!"

Mo Yunzhao, who hadn't gone far, curled his lips and let out a soft chuckle.

She can also play the role of sowing discord and creating dog-eat-dog drama very skillfully.

Ling Jingyu followed beside Mo Yunzhao, the two walking side by side, both dressed in red.

"Ah Zhao, if only half of your heart were devoted to me..."

Mo Yunzhao interrupted him calmly, "You won't even know how you die."

Ling Jingyu raised an eyebrow and smiled, his eyes sparkling like peach blossoms, "I'm so happy I could die."

Mo Yunzhao immediately shut up.

Mo Yunlan, standing behind, felt that this scene was just like a groom leading his bride into the mansion.

She clenched her fist in frustration.

This kind of thinking is really terrible.

"Lord of the City, please save Sister Fumeng! The Second Master is going to massacre everyone in Zhaotian Garden!"

As soon as Mo Yunzhao reached the hanging flower gate, a thin maid dressed in coarse linen clothes ran over, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly, begging for help.