Mo Yunzhao spoke calmly, "In the Xuan Tang Kingdom, concubines are not allowed to cultivate spiritual energy. Second Uncle, you should depose her."
How could the harm inflicted by her own father be as great as the harm done by her?
Mo Jinghao lowered his eyelids and bowed his head. "Yes."
"Father!" Mo Bici cried out shrilly, backing away.
But Mo Jinghao was quick. He pressed one hand on Mo Bici's shoulder, ignoring her pale face. She shook her head and begged.
With his eyes lowered, he slapped Mo Bici hard in the lower abdomen.
Mo Bici screamed, her face turned deathly pale, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Mo Yunzhao glanced at Emperor Yanwu leaning against the plum tree, then forcefully pulled back the hair that Ling Jingyu had been playing with.
“Ling Yongqing is your elder brother. How he handles this is up to His Highness the Crown Prince.”
Ling Jingyu looked at the smooth, black hair with reluctance as it slipped through his fingers. "Okay."
Mo Yunzhao didn't say much, just waved for everyone to disperse, and then she returned to Zhaotian Garden.
The guests left, but they all felt that today's performance was truly spectacular.
This life only happens once, and when you're old and think back on it, it will be interesting.
"Big brother," Ling Jingyu said softly, looking at his fingers.
Ling Yongqing stepped forward, trembling, "Your Highness."
Ling Jingyu looked up, pointed to the coffin and Mo Bici lying on the ground, and said earnestly.
"Take them all back. Tonight, the three of you should have a proper wedding night. Don't favor one over the other; everyone should receive your attention equally, understand?"
Ling Yongqing wanted to cry, but facing the Crown Prince, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Yes."
Ling Jingyu nodded in satisfaction: "Anyway, there's no sedan chair. Don't make your concubine suffer. Just throw her into the coffin and carry her back with you."
Ling Yongqing nodded through his tears, then scooped up the unconscious Mo Bici and threw her into the coffin.
Then they had the coffin carried out, and a red veil was placed over the head of the coffin.
There's also a wedding procession, with firecrackers, suona horns, and wedding candies and bags thrown in front.
In short, it was incredibly festive.
The people gathered around, hoping to bring some good luck, but when they saw it was a coffin, they immediately dared not take it.
Everyone asked what had happened.
Some busybodies then revealed the details of the Mo family ancestral hall incident.
This caused the people to burst into laughter.
When Mo Bici was carried out onto the street, she was awakened by the firecrackers. When she opened her eyes, she saw a swollen and rotting corpse and onlookers outside.
She decided to pretend to faint to avoid further embarrassment.
Ling Jingyu, who was following behind the group, looked at Ling Yongqing, who was riding a horse ahead and dressed in dark red.
“Nie You…”
Nie You held his sword and waited for his instructions.
Ling Jingyu waved his hand, "Never mind, I'll do it myself."
They followed the group into Ling Yongqing's villa in Moyang City.
Ling Yongqing looked at Ling Jingyu, who swaggered in, and thought for a long time before asking, "Your Highness, are you... here to ask for a cup of wedding wine?"
"I'm a bit bored and need some festive cheer."
Ling Yongqing: "Then..."
"Let me give you a beating."
Before Ling Yongqing could react, a red shadow flashed before his eyes, and countless fists and feet rained down on him, causing him to scream in agony.
The final punch landed on his lower abdomen.
Dantian is completely broken.
The final kick landed on his groin.
Everything went wrong.
Ling Jingyu kicked a bit too hard, and his brocade boot flew off.
Mo Bici sat up from the coffin, "Your Highness..."
With a thud, she was hit in the face, then fell over onto the coffin, leaving her feeling dizzy.
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