Ling Yongnian looked at Princess Ning'an with hurt in his eyes, "Ning'an, don't I deserve fairness? From childhood to adulthood, I've never fought for anything, never grabbed anything, and now I have nothing left. Can't I even try to fight for it?"
Princess Ning'an fell silent, for she knew that her father was truly biased.
She and her brother, the Crown Prince, were the ones who received preferential treatment.
"Before leaving, I expressed my feelings, that I just wanted an answer."
Ling Yongnian looked at Mo Yunzhao with the most tender and affectionate eyes, "Even if you don't like me yet, as long as you give me a chance to like you, even if it means disobeying the imperial decree and losing my life, I will definitely break off my engagement with Mo Bilian."
Such deep affection was bound to move the woman.
But Mo Yunzhao and the other two just scoffed at it.
Princess Ning'an frowned slightly, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
"Fu Liu, give the box to the princess," Mo Yunzhao instructed.
Fu Liu handed the box to Princess Ning'an.
Princess Ning'an looked at Mo Yunzhao with a puzzled expression, then opened the package and saw that it was Xuan paper.
"The poem written by my third brother."
She recognized Ling Yongnian's handwriting at a glance.
Ling Yongnian's expression was somewhat strange. When they confronted him, he was forced to beat Lai Hongbo thirty times, and he didn't care about the poems scattered all over the ground.
So it was collected by those idiots below?
Princess Ning'an read several poems and finally recognized the three acrostic poems.
In matters of the heart and poetry, she wasn't as naive as Mo Yunlan; she recognized him at a glance.
"My heart is like a lotus? My heart is devoted to you? My heart is clear and bright?"
Fu Liu gritted her teeth: "They're written to Mo Bilian, and also to the City Lord. Young Master Ling has quite the appetite; he wants to take all three sisters."
Mo Yunzhao added calmly, "All three are capable of inheriting Moyang City."
Princess Ning'an's face darkened further, and she angrily tore the poem to shreds. "Third brother, you have disappointed me greatly."
“Mo Yunzhao, I have already explained this matter. Lai Hongbo made the decision, and it has nothing to do with me.”
Ling Yongnian gave him a look that said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you." He continued, "If you don't believe me now, you'll believe me someday, because I'm absolutely sincere."
Mo Yunlan made a vomiting face at Fu Liu.
Ling Yongnian looked down at Princess Ning'an again, "Princess, you always say that I am just as important to you as the Crown Prince, but now..."
He gave a self-deprecating chuckle, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "This humble subject takes his leave."
This is the respectful address of "princess" and the self-reference as "commoner".
Princess Ning'an felt a pang of pain in her heart, "Third brother..."
"Princess, please don't let this humble subject harbor resentment towards you. Take care." Ling Yongnian lifted his foot and left.
Even though he was shirtless and looked quite disheveled, he still managed to project an image of desolation and injury.
Princess Ning'an wanted to chase after her, but dared not. She bit her lower lip, her face filled with self-reproach.
She simply cannot do anything; even with close relatives, there are distinctions of closeness and distance.
Mo Yunlan put her hand on Princess Ning'an's shoulder, "Ning'an, don't be fooled by him."
“Sister Lan.” Princess Ning’an pouted, then looked at Mo Yunzhao and nodded apologetically, “I’m sorry about just now.”
"It's alright." Mo Yunzhao smiled and said to her, "Why doesn't the princess think about why the emperor and the crown prince dislike Ling Yongnian, but the civil and military officials and the common people have made him a virtuous man?"
Princess Ning'an's expression darkened slightly.
The selection of a crown prince has always been based on the eldest son of the legitimate wife, with the most virtuous being the last to be chosen.
So, does Third Brother want the throne?
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