Mo Bilian choked for a moment, then shouted, "Let go of Xiu'er! She hasn't offended you, why did you hit her the moment you saw her?"
Pedestrians stopped and looked at Mo Yunzhao.
Tu Qingxiu's face was sometimes white and sometimes purple.
She didn't understand why she couldn't use any spiritual power or move, and could only lie on the ground with her fingers being stepped on.
"Why didn't my second cousin lend a hand when she was in such a hurry? Isn't she very strong?"
Mo Bilian choked again. She wanted to use her spiritual power to attack Mo Yunzhao, but suddenly felt a pressure enveloping her, and she couldn't even move her fingers.
"What's wrong? I can't move."
Mo Bilian exerted all her strength, but still couldn't move, and her face showed a look of terror.
There was an extremely strong pressure, but who released this pressure?
"Second cousin is really funny. No one is tying you up or pressing you down, so why can't you move? If you're going to lie or act, you should put some effort into it. If you don't want to help Miss Tu, just say so."
As Mo Yunzhao spoke, she released her foot and looked down at Tu Qingxiu.
"I see, your confidante. I'm using you to draw hatred to this city lord."
Mo Bilian rushed forward anxiously, "Xiuer, I didn't have that thought. I really can't move."
"How come my second cousin can move as soon as I let go?"
Mo Yunzhao looked at her with a smile, "Besides, since it can move now, why don't you help Tu Qingxiu out?"
Tu Qingxiu, who was still lying on the ground being watched and ridiculed, looked up at Mo Bilian with a questioning gaze.
Mo Bilian looked up at the pedestrians who seemed perfectly normal, feeling utterly speechless.
The pressure exerted by one person cannot be directed at only one person; it is usually directed at an entire group.
But it seemed that she was the only one who was being suppressed by the pressure and unable to move.
"Xiuer, I'm sorry, I really didn't, you have to believe me." Mo Bilian helped Tu Qingxiu up.
Tu Qingxiu shook off her hand, "I'm going back, you can play by yourself."
She remained silent about what she had originally intended to say about Mo Yunzhao stealing Xuehu.
Mo Bilian watched her leave, her face darkening slightly. There was one less person to cause trouble.
Things were ruined before they even got going.
That won't do.
Today is a great day, and she wants to let everyone see Mo Yunzhao's true colors.
She also wanted to let His Highness the Crown Prince know that she was better than Mo Yunzhao.
Mo Yunzhao raised his eyes, blinked, and smiled gently.
That smile was so alluring and captivating.
"A Zhao."
Mo Yunzhao looked up and saw Ling Jingyu standing by the railing in the teahouse next door, his red robe billowing in the wind like fire.
He had been watching the show from the second floor for a while, and the oppressive aura he had just exerted on Tu Qingxiu and Mo Bilian was released by him.
When Ling Jingyu saw her looking up at him, he smiled and threw something at her.
Mo Yunzhao watched as a green grape, slightly translucent in the sunlight, flew towards him.
She subconsciously leaned her head forward and opened her mouth to take a grape in.
The sweet and sour grape juice then spreads in your mouth.
Afterwards, her face flushed slightly.
Mo Yunlan: "..."
She didn't want to say how many times she'd been having affairs, but she felt that her brother-in-law was definitely not going to get away.
Everyone: "..."
That's outrageous!
They're feeding each other from a distance!
Are they air?
Mo Bilian looked up at Ling Jingyu standing by the railing. His handsome face was smiling, as if peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the whole world seemed to stand still.
Her heart was pounding as she watched.
Was His Highness smiling at her?
Did Your Highness throw grapes at Mo Yunzhao to help himself out of an awkward situation?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com