Ling Jingyu looked at her, "Are you alright?"
Mo Bici listened with tears streaming down her face, shaking her head, "No, it's not good at all, it hurts so much."
A woman crying is a sign of weakness, and it's what makes people feel most sorry for her.
"This medicine can quickly stop bleeding, form scabs, and prevent scarring." Ling Jingyu tossed a porcelain bottle into her arms.
Mo Bici looked up; he had already turned and entered the city lord's mansion.
She called out softly, "Your Highness..."
"It pains me to see you like this." Ling Jingyu lowered his eyes, his mind filled with the image of Mo Yunzhao gently stroking the back of his hand.
Mo Bici wept with joy.
She quickly sprinkled the powder on the back of her hand, which visibly stopped the bleeding, and then a scab formed, waiting to fall off and restore her fair skin.
She knew that His Highness the Crown Prince cared about her.
After a hundred lashes, Mo Jinghao's buttocks were bruised and bleeding. He lay there, afraid to move, for any movement would cause excruciating pain that seemed to pull at his bones.
He looked at Mo Bici with deep remorse, "Ci'er, you've been wronged."
Mo Bici hugged the porcelain bottle, smiling dreamily, "I'm not wronged."
This time, she won the Crown Prince's favor.
How could His Highness feel wronged if he saw through Mo Yunzhao's ruthlessness?
She wasn't aggrieved, but the two heads of the family were crying with grievance.
He only said a few words, and well, the result was that he handed over the city protection order, received 100,000 taels of silver, and was ultimately punished with 100 lashes.
She was so aggrieved she felt like she was going to fly to the sky.
They entered Zhaotian Garden in silence.
Mo Yunzhao sat down and drank a cup of hot tea before he felt warm.
"Sister, aren't you going to ask me?" she asked, tilting her head.
Mo Yunlan exclaimed "Ah!" and then replied, "It has nothing to do with me. Why should I ask? Anyway, if you do a bad job, you'll be the one to take the blame."
Then, he added awkwardly, "I'm willing to take the blame for you, but only for your reputation as city lord, nothing else."
Fu Liu: "Lord, this servant will make you almond Buddha's hand, ruyi rolls, dried sea cucumber with dried lotus root, and shiitake mushrooms with duck feet..."
Fu Meng: "This servant will go out and practice a few punches."
Let's beat up Mo Bici's maid.
Hearing the three of them trying their best to cheer her up, Mo Yunzhao lowered her eyes and smiled softly.
The laughter was crisp and pleasant to the ear.
"A Zhao."
The crisp laughter was interrupted by Ling Jingyu's gentle, flattering shout.
Mo Yunlan looked up and saw him in a red brocade robe embroidered with white plum blossoms, which matched the outfit worn by Mo Yunzhao.
Recalling his actions, she charged forward with a murderous look on her face.
"You reckless prince."
Before she could even reach it, she bumped into something hard, which made her nose hurt and brought tears to her eyes.
She looked up, her eyes blurry with tears, at Nie You, who stood with his sword clasped behind his arm. "Why is it you again?"
Holding the sword, Nie You said woodenly, "Miss Mo, you should open your eyes wider."
Fu Liu was about to make something delicious when she saw the two of them fighting like madmen again, and she covered her eyes, unable to watch.
Ling Jingyu sat down opposite Mo Yunzhao, propped his face up with his hands, and stared at her intently, his smile growing wider with each glance.
His mouth was practically stretched all the way down to his ears.
Mo Yunzhao calmly sipped his tea, clearly feeling his gaze, but pretending not to notice, as if he weren't there.
"Ah Zhao, I just gave the bedbugs medicine," Ling Jingyu said to her, eager to take credit.
Mo Yunzhao frowned.
Ling Jingyu chuckled mischievously, "That's a good medicine. It stops bleeding instantly, forms scabs, and won't leave scars, but..."
He paused, then looked up at Mo Yunzhao's unfocused, beautiful eyes.
"You should see for yourself what will happen to her hands after she uses my medicine."
Mo Yunzhao's long, curled eyelashes trembled.
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