Ling Jingyu put down his spoon, looked up at her, and asked, "For A-Zhao?"

Mo Yunlan nodded, "Originally, Ling Yongnian was going to give it to me, but he's too disgusting, so I didn't want it and had to come and beg Your Highness."

“I have a Perfect Restoration Pill, but Ah Zhao doesn’t need it, and I won’t give it to her,” Ling Jingyu said solemnly.

Mo Yunlan frowned upon hearing this. "Just as Ling Yongnian said, you have the Restoration Pill, but you won't give it to A Zhao. Why?"

Ling Jingyu's gaze darkened slightly. "What did Ling Yongnian tell you?"

Mo Yunlan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said roughly, "His Highness told him not to give A Zhao any pills, not to interfere in A Zhao's affairs, and also said that you have a healing pill that you will give to A Zhao..."

She shook her head again. "No, it means you thought you were going to give me pills, but you didn't. That's roughly what it means."

After saying that, Mo Yunlan also felt that something was wrong.

This statement seems contradictory.

Ling Jingyu hit the nail on the head: "Sowing discord."

Mo Yunlan responded with an "oh," not paying any more attention, focusing solely on obtaining the medicine. "Your Highness, I've come to ask for a restorative pill."

Ling Jingyu shook his head and refused, "Ah Zhao doesn't need the repair pill. She's very strong, stronger than you. If you don't believe me, go back and fight her, and you'll know."

"But……"

Ling Jingyu: "If you defeat A Zhao, and then come to ask for medicine, I will definitely give it to you."

Seeing his serious expression, Mo Yunlan nodded with some skepticism, "Okay."

Nie You brought out the red date and pigeon soup and saw that Mo Yunlan had left. He called out, "Miss Mo, drink the soup before you go. I put two fish eyes in it to help with your eyes."

"I'll settle the score with you next time!" Mo Yunlan said, then ran off in a hurry.

Ling Jingyu looked up at him and shook his head. "Nie You, you'll never get a wife like this."

Nie You innocently asked, "What does this have to do with me getting married?"

Ling Jingyu picked up the jade bowl, drank the pigeon soup in one gulp, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said, "Let's go find my third brother for tea and a chat."

...

Mo Yunzhao returned to the city lord's mansion and busied himself in his study. He summoned the captain of the city guards to hear their report.

These are all minor matters, nothing serious.

They deliberately concealed the truth, deceiving her by claiming she was blind.

Mo Yunzhao listened for a moment, then dismissed the servants.

She then asked Madam Qian to bring the city lord's public accounts so she could reconcile them, but she couldn't see them, so she had Madam Qian read them to her.

Listen, there's nothing wrong with that.

After reading it aloud, Madam Qian smiled and said, "Yun Zhao, you can rest assured that your second aunt will never embezzle public funds."

"Second Aunt, you seem to be unfamiliar with etiquette." Mo Yunzhao picked up her teacup and sipped her tea.

Ms. Qian asked, puzzled, "What rules?"

“There are no elders in front of the city lord. I am willing to call you Second Aunt. That is my way of respecting elders.”

Madam Qian twitched the corner of her mouth. "Yun Zhao, we're all family, and that's what we've always called each other."

Bang.

Mo Yunzhao placed the teacup heavily on the table, the lid clinking lightly and tea splashing slightly.

Qian was startled and shuddered; she had always been timid.

"Fu Meng, slap her."

Enraged, Madam Qian roared like a shrew, "Mo Yunzhao, I'm your second aunt! You dare hit me? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Fu Meng stepped forward, grabbed Qian Shi by the collar, lifted her so that her toes were slightly off the ground, and then struck her with both hands.

The palm strike was incredibly powerful, and Qian cried out in pain.

When Mo Yunlan returned, she heard these pig-like screams. When she saw that it was Qian Shi, she felt a sense of relief.

This second aunt loved to sow discord between her and A-Zhao.

I've wanted to fight for a long time.