Mo Bilian was now quite confident. "Your Highness's kindness towards Mo Yunzhao is only because she is the city lord of Moyang City."
Mo Jinghao looked at Mo Bilian with satisfaction, "So, Lian'er is the best. Even His Highness likes her. As long as you make the most of this opportunity, Mo Yunzhao will just be a stepping stone for you."
Mo Bilian nodded in agreement.
Mo Yunzhao is good-looking and fortunate enough to become the city lord, but what good is that?
His Highness is such a man of unparalleled elegance; he is not a vulgar person. He is in love with me.
As her father said, she should be able to choose any good man in the world.
"Mo Yunzhao stole your Hundred Flower Fairy today, so she should have the good fortune to bear the consequences," Mo Jinghao said darkly.
Mo Bilian smiled broadly, "That's what my daughter thinks too."
...
On the other hand, it looks like the father and son are very loving and filial.
But Mo Bici was in a terrible situation. She was once again grabbed by the hair, stripped naked, and dragged back to the street.
The thugs threw Mo Bici in front of Ling Yongqing like a rag doll.
Ling Yongqing sat in the armchair, his face pale and sickly. In just a few days, he had lost a lot of weight.
But at this moment, he was still holding a folding fan, gently fanning himself, and he looked at Mo Bici with a sinister gaze.
"It seems you've completely forgotten what I said."
Mo Bici looked up at his sickly face and laughed, "You should take care of yourself first."
Ling Yongqing: "Scratch her face for me."
Mo Bici looked terrified. "Ling Yongqing, how dare you! My father will not let you get away with this. Even if you leave the City Lord's Mansion, our Mo family is not to be trifled with."
Ling Yongqing stood up, walked over to her, and used his folding fan to lift her chin.
His cloudy eyes were filled with malice. "What is your father? How can he compare to His Highness the Crown Prince?"
Previously, he was afraid that Mo Jinghao would also come after him, so he didn't go too far.
Looking at it now, it's nothing special.
Mo Bici glared at him angrily, "Ling Yongqing, if you dare to touch me, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
"Take off her face for me," Ling Yongqing ordered coldly, closing his folding fan.
The thugs listened and were about to take action.
Mo Bici knew they were serious, so she quickly pulled the jade hairpin from her hair and threw it to the ground.
A thin layer of powder immediately dispersed.
Ling Yongqing stared blankly for a moment, then swayed precariously, rolled his eyes, and collapsed with a thud.
Several thugs also fell down one after another.
Mo Bici looked at the people lying on the ground, and then smiled.
"If I'm not having a good time, none of you should be having a good time either, everyone!"
Her eyes flashed with ruthlessness, as if they were poisoned.
Although the Flower Festival has passed, its lingering warmth remains, and people are still offering their prayers.
Nothing major happened in the city or the prefecture.
Fu Liu complained for two days in a row that the pork delivered wasn't fresh and they had to throw it all away to feed Xue Hu.
Mo Yunzhao was handling affairs in his study, occasionally glancing up at the courtyard.
Snow Tiger wags its tail to please Big White as usual.
Big White buried himself in eating dried fish.
Little Red was lazy, lying there lazily basking in the sun.
Fu Liu squatted down next to the three beasts, propping her round face up with her hands. "It's the third day, and Liu's pork is still not fresh. We haven't eaten pork for three days. We won't buy from him next time. We'll have to go and beat him up again."
Mo Yunzhao listened with a slight smile and lowered her eyes. On the table were peeled grapes that Ling Jingyu had sent.
She picked one up, put it in her mouth, and found it to be sweet and sour, just her taste.
As she ate the grapes, she remembered the jade pendant with the purple grape design that was still lying around.
"Ah Zhao, something's happened."
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