"In the end, you didn't report that Father Ruoruo was taken away because you were busy cleaning up the mess." Mo Wuyu said confidently.
He had enough evidence, and Ruoruo already trusted him, so he only needed to state the facts and no longer needed Tinglan to answer.
From this point on, the whole truth has become clear.
Tinglan was stunned by the Mirror of the Mind and had no way to defend herself.
"yes……"
"Why..." Ruoruo's voice trembled slightly as she spoke.
She trusted and was close to Tinglan so much, but... Tinglan wanted her life.
Now that things had come to this, Tinglan was no longer willing to endure it. Her eyes were bloodshot as she said unwillingly, "If it weren't for you, I would still be a celestial official in the Taiji Palace, standing by the emperor's side."
Even the celestial officials must treat me with courtesy and respect, and... I might even have the opportunity to become a close confidante of the Emperor... to become... a Heavenly Consort.
Her ambitions are so great that she's not content with just being a lowly fairy servant!
Lacking natural talent, she had to resort to underhanded tactics.
"I finally managed to enter the Taiji Palace, but His Majesty went to undergo tribulation. I finally waited for His Majesty to return, but I was sent to serve you... You ruined my future, how can I not hate you?"
When Ruoruo finally saw Tinglan's true colors, she remembered all the tenderness Tinglan had shown her in the past, and now she only felt disgusted and nauseous.
She gripped Mo Wuyu's robe tightly and said sullenly, "Brother, I don't want to see her again."
"These are all your excuses... Your elder brother Lingxi diligently cultivates and focuses on his duties, which is why he was able to gain a foothold by Father's side and secure his future. But you are greedy and narrow-minded, only thinking about trampling on others to pave the way for you. Do you even deserve to talk about your future?" Mo Wuyu's voice was slightly cold.
"As a human, you have been seeking immortal roots for so many people, yet you have never used them properly for cultivation. Since that's the case, you might as well not have them."
Mo Wuyu raised his hand towards Tinglan, and the immortal root between Tinglan's eyebrows was slowly pulled out little by little.
"No!" Tinglan's eyes widened, tears streaming down her face. She crawled on the ground to Ruoruo, pleading, and kowtowed desperately. "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time, Your Highness, for I have served you with all my heart. I promise I will cultivate diligently and never dare to do it again..."
She grabbed Ruoruo's clothes, her forehead bleeding from the kowtow, tears streaming down her face: "Your Highness, I beg you, please don't pull out my immortal roots, please don't pull out my immortal roots."
Ruoruo took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from Tinglan's forehead.
Tinglan thought Ruoruo had softened her heart, and a look of joy involuntarily appeared on her face. But the next moment, she heard Ruoruo say something in her soft voice that made her despair.
"Tinglan, I regret that my cultivation is not high enough to personally uproot your immortal roots and truly cut off your future. I only regret that I misjudged people, allowing these immortal servants in the palace to be bullied by others, just like I was in the Yin family."
Mo Wuyu smiled faintly. This little guy's temper is just like his father's.
They have strong likes and dislikes.
He swept Tinglan away with a single palm strike, crushing her immortal roots.
"You have repeatedly plotted against and murdered the Immortal Lord, which is an unforgivable crime. However, out of consideration for your brother, I will spare your life and exile you to Fallen Immortal Cliff, never to return." Mo Wuyu finished speaking.
"No, I beg you, I don't want to go to the Fallen Immortal Cliff, I don't want to go to the Fallen Immortal Cliff!" Seeing that the two people in front of her were unmoved by her desperate pleas, Ting Lan screamed hysterically in despair: "Mo Wuyu! Yan Ruoruo! You two have humiliated me like this, I curse you to eternal damnation!"
Mo Wuyu sealed her mouth with a talisman, and the room door opened.
Lingxi, with red eyes, followed Mo Yong in.
Mo Yong didn't even glance at Ting Lan, but went straight to comfort Ruoruo, hugging her and patting her back: "Don't be sad, it's your father's fault, your father didn't arrange a good person for you."
Tinglan truly did an excellent job in front of him, which is why he allowed Tinglan to take care of Ruoruo.
I never expected it to end like this.
Ruoruo felt a tightness in her chest, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she insisted on not letting them fall: "It's not Father's fault, it's Tinglan's fault."
Tinglan, as if grasping at the last straw, grabbed Lingxi, tears streaming down her face, desperately shaking her head and begging him to save her.
Lingxi simply knelt on the ground and said, "Please, Your Majesty and the two princes, grant me the honor of personally escorting her to the Fallen Immortal Cliff."
Mo Yong didn't even turn his head: "Granted."
The sacred sound was absolute, leaving no room for maneuver. Tinglan stared at Lingxi in disbelief, and finally closed her eyes in despair.
Surprisingly, even her own brother was unwilling to help her.
The news of Tinglan's demotion quickly spread throughout Xixiang Palace. Luo Jin and her sister Luo Zhi embraced each other and wept with emotion, then knelt before Ruoruo and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty and Your Highness, for upholding justice for us."
"Since you are my celestial servants, you should naturally be under my protection." Ruoruo repeated the same words.
Mo Yong said, "From now on, the two of you will be in charge of the internal affairs of Xixiang Palace. Remember Tinglan's lesson and the little prince's kindness, and you must do your best."
"Yes! We will obey Your Majesty's decree." With these two celestial attendants, the clouds finally parted and the sun shone through once more.
Ruoruo felt sorry for the celestial servants in the palace being bullied, so the little girl filled her pockets with spirit stones and would grab a handful wherever she went to give to the victims as compensation.
This made all the celestial servants in the entire palace envious.
Those are top-grade spirit stones! How many can they possibly accumulate in a year? They're making them by the handful!
Lingxi sent Tinglan to the Fallen Immortal Cliff. Lingxi felt sorry for her younger sister and was afraid that she would be bullied by other sinful immortals after losing her immortal roots.
They cleared out a quiet place for her, turned it into a spiritual field, surrounded it with a fence, built a house, and even carved a protective array around the fence.
"As long as you don't step out of the formation, you'll be safe. Your brother will come to see you often." Lingxi didn't mention the matter of the immortal root, but simply patted Tinglan's head. "You should repent and recover well. Your brother will strive to achieve more merits to atone for your sins and take you out."
Tinglan sat there motionless, like a wooden figure.
Lingxi was heartbroken, but there was nothing she could do. The fact that Tinglan was still alive was already a mercy shown by the Emperor for his sake.
After Lingxi left, Tinglan struggled to her feet, supporting herself on the table.
She glanced at the lustful and evil eyes surrounding the formation, sneered, and tossed out a spirit stone.
Seeing the group of sinful immortals fighting and scrambling for that one spirit stone, Tinglan couldn't help but burst into maniacal laughter.
She doesn't need Lingxi's condescending charity; one day she will step out of the Fallen Immortal Cliff on her own, kill Yan Ruoruo and Mo Wuyu, and take revenge herself.
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