Mo Yunzhao seemed not to hear and continued, "Once my elder sister has fallen in love with you, you can then instigate her to compete with me for the position of city lord, using the power of Moyang City to help you ascend to the throne. What a brilliant plan."
Today, I must make sure that my sister sees through Ling Yongnian's hypocrisy and stops him from using scheming tactics to seduce her.
"This heart deserves to be destroyed!"
Mo Yunlan slammed her hands down on the table with murderous intent, shattering it in two. Xuan paper flew everywhere, falling to the ground like snowflakes.
Some things can be tolerated, but hurting Ah Zhao and sowing discord among the sisters is unacceptable.
She absolutely couldn't bear it!
Ling Yongnian remained seated, his face calm, even showing signs of anger at being wrongly accused.
"I'll say it again: Hongbo is just making wild guesses about my intentions. I haven't said anything explicitly, so I urge Lord Mo to be careful with his words, otherwise it will only damage your sister's reputation."
Mo Yunzhao chuckled, "Since it was his unfounded speculation, he should be punished to prevent him from making a fool of himself and harming the Third Prince."
She didn't argue with him much; he wouldn't admit it anyway.
Only if my sister sees it clearly.
Ling Yongnian said, "I have already punished him with one hundred strokes of the cane, and the execution will be carried out once we return."
Whether she went back and hit him or not, she wouldn't know.
"The Third Prince enjoys composing poetry. I, the city lord, have a poem that I would like to inquire about its source."
Ling Yongnian didn't understand her sudden change in attitude, and only nodded gently and politely, "Please speak."
Mo Yunzhao slowly recited: "I am drunk and need not say goodbye, my heart is entrusted to the words of the erhu, how can I restrain my feelings, the lotus words illuminate the jade palace."
Ling Yongnian looked at her in surprise, swallowing his doubts.
This is a love poem he wrote for Mo Bilian.
Only the two of them knew.
How could she know?
Mo Yunlan looked at her younger sister with admiration. "She speaks poetry so fluently, amazing!"
Mo Yunzhao pressed further, "Who created this?"
Ling Yongnian forced a stiff expression. "I don't know."
Mo Yunzhao said calmly, "This is a letter from my second cousin, your junior sister. She told me that this is a love poem from the man who admires her."
Ling Yongnian looked her face over and, seeing that she really didn't know who the poet was, said, "Then my junior sister is really lucky to have someone with such talent admiring her."
Mo Yunzhao: "It's a pity that my second cousin said this poem disgusted her. If this person hadn't been of noble status and still had some use to her, he wouldn't even be qualified to lick her shoes."
Mo Yunlan looked at Mo Yunzhao with suspicion.
Is the Mo Bilian she mentioned the same person she knows?
Ling Yongnian's face darkened uncontrollably.
Mo Bilian actually said that about him?
"Sister, let's go."
Even though Mo Yunzhao couldn't see it, he knew that his instigation had succeeded.
After all, Ling Yongnian is a suspicious person who will not fully trust anyone, so it is the easiest thing for him to sow discord.
Mo Yunlan gritted her teeth, but in the end, she took Mo Yunzhao's arm and turned to leave.
As she stepped onto the steps, she glanced at the characters on the Xuan paper. She hadn't meant to look at it, but she noticed the character "昭" (Zhao).
"Ah Zhao, wait a minute."
Mo Yunlan bent down to pick up the Xuan paper, frowning as she read: "I admire Duan Ganmu, my heart is entrusted to the language of the erhu. The birds sing sweetly in the beautiful scenery, and Zhaojun longs for the Han Palace."
From the moment she bent over, Ling Yongnian felt not only a pain in his nose but also a headache.
Mo Yunzhao scoffed mockingly, "The Third Prince has composed another poem?"
In her past life, Ling Yongnian wrote this poem for her.
In this second life, he still uses the same methods to win a woman's heart.
That's really clumsy.
This time, Mo Yunlan was more discerning, looking at the preceding line of each poem, "My heart rejoices?"
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