The crowd snapped out of their daze and instantly flew into a rage, launching into a chorus of accusations.
"Li Hu, you bastard, you plotted against us from the very beginning."
"No, it's a scheme against Madam Mo."
"Damn it, I've put up with you for too long. You can scheme against me, but what right do you have to scheme against Madam Mo?"
"Kill this damned bastard!"
"Yes, kill him!"
The crowd was enraged, and the onlookers joined in, punching and kicking Li Hu.
Mo Qingcheng watched coldly from the sidelines. Shangguan Yichen nodded, stepped forward, and glared coldly at Li Hu.
"Speak, or you'll suffer physical pain. Who sent you to harm your mother?"
Li Hu cried out that he was innocent and refused to admit that someone was secretly instigating him.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd pointed out: "No, the day before yesterday, I saw Li Hu on his way home, whispering to someone dressed as a servant behind a tree."
“Madam Mo, Master Fang, I happen to know that servant; he’s a young servant from Master Liu’s household.”
Everyone chimed in, recounting Li Hu's strange behavior over the past few days.
Is there anything you still don't understand? This guy is here to harm people. He wants to harm Madam Mo, or if that doesn't work, he can harm someone else and then shift the blame onto Madam Mo.
This is utterly terrible... This is absolutely awful.
Li Hu was pale and had been severely tortured. He was forced to tell the truth, which was pretty much what he had guessed: the master he had hired was not Master Liu, but Master Liu's daughter, Liu Qianqian.
Mo Qingcheng's lips twitched violently. This black physique technique was truly something else...
It seems the lesson from last time wasn't enough, otherwise Liu Qianqian wouldn't have come out and messed things up.
The truth finally came to light, and Master Fang and Master Hao felt extremely guilty for their poor judgment in hiring people, which almost harmed Madam Mo.
Mo Qingcheng comforted the two masters for a few words and asked the three Li brothers to personally escort Li Hu to the yamen. Wouldn't it be better to cause Qi Yuanwei some trouble when they had nothing else to do?
Qi Yuanwei, who was being ignored: "..."
Was I rejected?
Mo Qingcheng felt very sympathetic: "Young Master Qi, you are truly blessed..."
Qi Yuanwei: "..."
I've seen people with sharp tongues, but I've never seen anyone this sharp...
Everyone worked even harder, completing the handicraft half an hour ahead of schedule, much to everyone's delight.
Liu Cuihua was so busy that she barely had time to breathe, directing a group of young wives to bring the food to the table.
Bai Yueniang and the children got busy together, and Old Man Bai was also dragged away, which was both funny and absurd...
Mo Qingyang couldn't find an opportunity to speak with Mo Qingcheng alone for the time being. He raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking, "Young Master Qi, you've got some tricks up your sleeve..."
The two exchanged blows silently, while Mo Qingcheng, exasperated, gave him a dumbfounded look and turned to walk into the crowd.
A childish yet cold voice reached my ears.
"Young Master Qi, Young Master Hu, Mother is a married man..."
"puff……"
"Cough cough..."
Qi Yuanwei and Mo Qingyang, tired of seeing each other, turned and went their separate ways.
The little boy gave a cold smile and poked his waist with a small hand.
"Big brother, isn't Momo amazing?"
"sharp!"
"real?"
"real!"
"Big brother, Mother says you look even better when you smile..."
Bai Ziming, with his short legs, followed behind Shangguan Yichen, chattering incessantly, which made everyone burst into laughter.
Master Qiu and Master Fang left their address and, with their workers, reluctantly departed.
Qi Yuanwei hadn't eaten his fill when he mounted his horse and hurriedly rode away.
Bai Yueniang frowned: "Sister Mo, what message did Young Master Qi receive?"
"Who knows..." Mo Qingcheng's lips curled slightly: "Yue'er, you take good care of the house, I'm going to be away for a few days."
"no!"
"Mother wants to go find Young Master Qi?"
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