Mo Bilian was almost in tears, "My father is just outside the village, it won't trouble Your Highness for too long."
His Highness the Crown Prince had promised to treat my father, but he hasn't come. We've asked him several times, but he's always been busy.
Later, something happened in the city, and I had even less time.
The optimal treatment time has passed; even if a miracle were to happen, there would be no way to cure her father.
Ling Jingyu: "I'm busy."
They agreed in the first place just to buy time.
Mo Bilian's eyes reddened with anxiety, and she choked out, even speaking with a hint of defiance, "Then there's no need to trouble Your Highness. Someone will surely be able to deal with my father."
Ling Jingyu, who was about to leave, stopped upon hearing these words.
Who are you looking for?
Mo Bilian looked up at him with teary eyes, then lowered her head and said defiantly, "It has nothing to do with Your Highness."
At first, she begged, clung to, and even offered herself to him, but soon she stopped caring about him.
This kind of behavior is most likely to arouse a man's interest.
“Now I want to cure your father,” Ling Jingyu said.
Mo Bilian's voice was still choked with sobs, but she still stubbornly said, "Your Highness is a very busy person, and my father is a lowly person. He can't afford Your Highness, nor does he need Your Highness."
Ling Jingyu nodded in agreement, "Mm."
Mo Bilian thought he would say a few nice words to coax her, and then domineeringly go to treat her father.
But to her surprise, he simply nodded and walked away.
There was no indication that she was trying to coax her or forcefully treat her father.
In her haste, she chased after him, saying, "Your Highness, please go and save my father. I'm sorry for what I said earlier; I was angry with Your Highness and said those words in anger."
Ling Jingyu hummed in agreement. "Lead the way."
Mo Bilian was stunned again, then her face lit up with joy, "Thank you, Your Highness, you are so kind."
Ling Jingyu chuckled: "You'll find me even better in the future."
Mo Bilian has her own connections; if she were to get someone else to cure Mo Jinghao...
Then wouldn't Ah Zhao have wasted his life?
It would be better if he were to treat it.
Mo Bilian glanced shyly at Ling Jingyu, then nodded happily, "Yes, I will."
Does His Highness mean that he will treat her even better in the future?
Or will he become a better person for her?
That must be true.
His Highness truly likes her; that scolding at noon must have been for her own good.
After all, it would be disadvantageous for her to come to this plague-stricken land just to put on a show.
His Highness truly has good intentions towards her.
Mo Jinghao had already been taken out of Moyang City, and today he came to wait outside Sunjia Village on purpose.
His condition couldn't wait any longer.
When Mo Yunzhao arrived at Sunjia Village, he saw Mo Jinghao sitting in a wheelchair, anxiously looking towards the village entrance.
Ms. Qian was waiting behind him.
“Master, it’s the city lord.” Madam Qian also saw Mo Yunzhao peeking out from behind the curtain.
Mo Jinghao turned around, his face darkened, and then he stiffly called out, "City Lord."
There was no longer the kindness or respect of the elders of the past.
Sometimes, once the facade is broken, there's no need to put on a show.
Fu Liu exclaimed in surprise, "Have you contracted the plague? Are you waiting to die?"
Ling Yongnian said, "Miss Mo arrived at Sunjia Village early, and now the Crown Prince is also here. It seems that Master Mo has come to ask the Crown Prince to treat him."
Fu Liu chuckled, "His Highness would never treat him; he deserves it."
Ling Yongnian smiled and said, "Your Highness is a divine physician. He is a doctor with a benevolent heart. He not only saves lives and heals the wounded, but he is also quite close to Miss Mo. He would certainly not stand by and watch someone die."
Fu Liu scoffed, "Don't try to flatter His Highness or kidnap him. He won't do that anyway..."
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