Seeing her radiant smile and hearing her words, Hei Zi became even more excited and agitated. "Lord City Lord, what are you thinking?"

Hearing Hei Zi enter the carriage, Mo Yunzhao looked up, smiled, and beckoned to him with her finger. Her voice was as alluring as a demon and as melodious as a string, "Hei Zi, come here. There's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time."

Kuroko rubbed his hands together excitedly, then leaned closer to her, "You said..."

Mo Yunzhao parted her red lips slightly, "It's not my elder sister!"

"What?" Kuroko was a little confused.

Mo Yunzhao said softly, "Today's events were Yu Ping'er's idea. Second Uncle and Mo Bici told you to sell me out and then frame my sister."

"How could you..."

Before Hei Zi could finish speaking, he clutched his neck, which was gushing blood, stared wide-eyed in terror, and opened his mouth to speak, but blood gurgled out of his mouth.

Mo Yunzhao raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face.

She brought her blood-stained finger to her nose and sniffed it gently. The fresh, metallic scent of blood triggered the bloodlust within her.

She smiled, "I've wanted to kill you for ten years!"

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The coachman outside heard the strange noise and was about to lift the curtain.

Just as Mo Yunzhao was about to kill him by surprise, he suddenly felt a powerful pressure approaching, and a chilling sword intent swept past.

With a thud, the driver fell to the ground, his body severed in two at the waist, and blood mingled with the rain, staining the ground red.

Under the cover of darkness, a light drizzle fell.

A figure as swift as fire and light, seemingly both demon and god, descended from the sky and landed gently on the carriage floor. It lowered its gaze to her, bent down to enter the carriage, and kicked the corpse off the carriage.

Mo Yunzhao could not see, but he could hear, and he was especially sensitive to being stared at.

Holding the jade hairpin, her eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Who?"

In her past life, until she was sold to a pleasure boat and jumped into the lake to avoid being humiliated, nearly drowning, no one came to her aid.

But who is the person who has come to us in this life, today?

Enemy or friend?

A spring breeze carrying a light drizzle blew by, and a faint medicinal fragrance filled the air.

"Flower thief".

The sound was warm and gentle, like pearls falling on the strings, very pleasant to hear.

But what he said was infuriating.

Mo Yunzhao felt the person reach out to her, and she held the jade hairpin and stabbed it fiercely.

But in the next instant, her wrist was grabbed, and her body was gently pushed. He pressed her against the car wall, trapping her in his arms. The faint scent of medicine was even more enticing.

Even in her previous life, she had never been this intimate with Ling Yongnian, which made her blush with embarrassment and anger.

His hands were held captive, and when he tried to kick, his foot was caught again.

Unable to move or resist.

She glared at him angrily, "You lecherous scoundrel, what are you trying to do? Let me tell you..."

"I, the Empress, will abduct you."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yunzhao's unfinished words were all swallowed up by his own mouth...

After a while, when her body went limp, he released her, still holding her tightly in his arms. "Remember, I am your husband—Ling Jingyu."

Mo Yunzhao was still dizzy from having her breath stolen. She could only feel his hand, which was cold and sharp, like an icicle approaching and pressing against her forehead.

She turned her head away angrily, two strands of hair falling across her forehead, making her look even more beautiful.

Ling Jingyu lowered his eyes and smiled as he looked at the plum blossom hair ornament in his hand. "I'll take this token of our love."

"You bastard, I'll kill you!" Mo Yunzhao roared angrily, his face flushed and his breath ragged.

Her reaction made him frown slightly, and then he began to speak.

She doesn't remember him, which is what he wanted, and that's good.

“Killing one’s husband is not good…” Ling Jingyu smiled as he caught the jade hairpin she threw at him. “If you were my wife, I would think killing one’s husband would be quite good.”