Mo Yunzhao slammed the wine cup down on the zither.

The wine glass shattered.

The string broke.

"Since Young Master Ling has come out to sing for money, he shouldn't pretend to be high and mighty."

Lai Hongbo felt that Mo Yunzhao's actions were going too far, "Mo Yunzhao, don't go too far..."

"You're barking quite fiercely, but has this city lord given permission?" Mo Yunzhao looked up, raised his hand, and a powerful palm wind immediately followed.

Before Lai Hongbo could react, Mo Yunzhao struck him in the chest with a palm strike, sending him flying outwards.

With a splash, he fell heavily into the lake.

Ling Yongnian's expression darkened further; Mo Yunzhao clearly didn't take him seriously.

"Does Lord Mo have some misunderstanding about me?" Ling Yongnian suppressed his anger and asked Mo Yunzhao gently.

Mo Yunzhao glanced at him indifferently and smiled faintly, "Does Young Master Ling not know his own shamelessness?"

"Lord Mo, why do you have to be so sarcastic? Why don't you sit down and let's clear up the misunderstanding together? It will benefit everyone."

Ling Yongnian stood up and walked in front of Mo Yunzhao.

A summer breeze swept by, causing his robes to flutter and his hair to dance in the wind.

It must be said that he was very handsome, and his long-standing facade of gentleness made him look like a refined young gentleman.

Mo Yunzhao didn't like the situation where she was sitting while he was standing.

She needed to look up at his posture.

She stood up, slightly raised her chin, and smiled. "Are you saying you want to take the three sisters for yourself? Or are you saying you returned the fake elixir, or that you almost killed an entire village?"

A lake breeze blows, and the white veil flutters in the wind.

That faint fragrance lingered around my nose.

Mo Yunzhao glanced at the incense burner, then lowered his eyes.

Ling Yongnian explained in a deep voice: "Those poems were written by Lai Hongbo. I didn't know who he was going to send them to. Including the poem for Mo Bilian, he also helped me send it. He is my retainer. He was thinking of me. If I had known, I would never have written the poem."

Mo Yunzhao watched the candlelight flicker in the wind, casting long shadows of the candles on the ground.

"Alright, if Your Highness says so, then so be it."

"Woof."

The sudden barking of the dog made Mo Yunzhao frown and raise his head in surprise.

"Woof."

Ling Yongnian raised his hands, palms hanging down, tongue lolling out, breathing lightly. If he had a tail wagging, he would look like a dog.

Seeing him like this, Mo Yunzhao recalled what Fu Liu had told her about Ling Jingyu barking like a dog.

Was he like this back then?

Thinking of Ling Jingyu's peerless and enchanting face, his red robe, his peach blossom eyes, and the scene of him imitating a dog's bark.

She found it a little funny, a little cute.

Mo Yunzhao chuckled softly.

Her laughter was crisp and clear, her face was full of smiles, and even her beautiful blood-red eyes were overflowing with laughter, as if they were filled with stars.

A smile that could topple a city.

Ling Yongnian was stunned.

He knew she was beautiful, but her attitude towards him prevented him from falling for her.

And now...

He felt as if the whole world was still, except for her smile, her eyes, and his own heart.

Sensing his gaze, Mo Yunzhao stopped smiling, his face turned cold, and his blood-red eyes swept over him sharply.

Ling Yongnian snapped out of his daze and stared straight at her. "Lord Mo said back then that as long as I barked like a dog, he wouldn't hate me. Now that I've done it, Lord Mo, you must keep your word."

“That was then, now of course the price has to go up.” Mo Yunzhao pointed to the plank of the boat. “If you crawl like a dog and crawl between someone’s legs, I won’t mind.”