Ling Jingyu looked at her. "Half a month."

Mo Yunzhao nodded: "Thank you."

Ling Jingyu chuckled and leaned closer to her, saying, "There's no need for such formalities between husband and wife."

Mo Yunzhao gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. "I think Your Highness is asking for trouble."

“Then Ah Zhao, scratch it for me.”

As Ling Jingyu spoke, he leaned his back towards her, but she couldn't see him, so she stood up straight again.

Mo Yunzhao ignored him and got up to leave.

Ling Jingyu raised his peach blossom eyes and smiled.

Ah Zhao's attitude towards him has changed.

As soon as she stepped outside, Mo Yunlan and the others rushed up to her, surrounding her and asking her all sorts of questions out of concern.

Ling Jingyu gave some instructions and then left with Nie You.

"Your Highness."

Just as they stepped out of the city lord's mansion, they heard a soft, mournful voice calling out.

Ling Jingyu descended the steps and turned his head to look.

Mo Bici, supported by her maid, had changed into a plain white dress and her face was covered with a white veil.

A gust of wind blew, and the white skirt and the white veil on her face fluttered gently, like willow catkins, delicate and beautiful.

"Is Miss Mo waiting for me?"

Ling Jingyu's voice was gentle, but devoid of any emotion.

Mo Bici took a difficult step closer, wanting to take another step after three steps.

Nie You drew his sword horizontally, blocking her way.

Mo Bici looked up at Ling Jingyu with a gentle and tender gaze, which was very endearing.

Ling Jingyu merely raised the corners of his lips slightly, appearing gentle but keeping people at arm's length.

Since he didn't speak, she didn't dare to step forward again, so she gently asked, "May I speak with Your Highness privately for a moment?"

“No.” Ling Jingyu refused simply and directly.

Nie You pressed his sword forward again, which he had been holding horizontally.

I regret not drawing my sword earlier.

Mo Bici glanced at Nie You, then said softly, "I have something important to say to Your Highness, and I don't want others to overhear."

With a blank expression, Nie You drew his sword in a flash.

The sword flashed with a cold light, forcing Mo Bici to take a step back.

"You... are the outsider!"

Seeing that Ling Jingyu still indulged Nie You in this way, Mo Bici felt distressed, and her face showed a sense of grievance.

"Does Your Highness have a crush on my third sister?"

Ling Jingyu: "Hmm."

Mo Bici looked up at him and asked somewhat anxiously, "Does Your Highness know that my third sister is in love with Ling Yongqing?"

Ling Jingyu: "Ah Zhao doesn't like scum."

"Third Sister really likes Ling Yongqing. Even though he is Eldest Sister's fiancé, she didn't hesitate to sacrifice her spiritual power to beg the Emperor to marry him."

Mo Bici saw Ling Jingyu's upturned lips curve downwards, and her expression slowly turned cold.

She said urgently, "Third Sister went to great lengths to break off Eldest Sister's engagement so that she could find an opportunity to marry Ling Yongqing."

Ling Jingyu's eyes turned slightly cold, and his voice was cool. "Is that so?"

Mo Bici nodded eagerly, "Yes, Third Sister doesn't like His Highness. She's only getting close to you now to take advantage of his power. Don't be fooled by her."

Ling Jingyu curled his lips into a smile. "Heh."

Mo Bici lowered her head, looking delicate and frail.

"I shouldn't have made such a fuss about my third sister, but I couldn't bear to see His Highness being deceived, so I had no choice but to play the villain."

Nie You said woodenly, "Then it really is Miss Xie Mo who sacrificed herself for His Highness, becoming a villain."

Mo Bici looked up, glanced at Ling Jingyu, and then quickly looked down again.

That gentle and alluring gaze, that shy, bowed head—it was truly captivating.

Ling Jingyu asked calmly, "Nie You, I have been deceived. What should we do?"

Nie You looked up: "Who tricked you?"

Ling Jingyu: "Ah Zhao."

Mo Bici, who had lowered her head, was overjoyed. His Highness must not like Mo Yunzhao anymore.

No man would ever like a woman like Mo Yunzhao!