Stunningly beautiful yet wicked, she begins by conquering eight beast husbands.

Chapter 142 The strange yin and yang
A sense of pleasure crept into Mo Ting's cerebral cortex, calming his emotions that had surged due to anger.

He looked at Scarlett, his lips curving upwards uncontrollably, almost revealing his true feelings.

But when he recalled how Scarlett had ignored his attempts to make peace and appease him during this time, his expression suddenly turned serious again. He wanted to tease Scarlett and wait until later to give in, otherwise he would seem too cheap.

Let her do as she pleases.

Mo Ting suppressed a smile, narrowed his eyes, and released a chilling aura as he asked with a mocking laugh, "You think you can just say you won't get a divorce and then not?"

Scarlett's breath hitched, and her eyes trembled.

Mo Ting refused to let Sevier go.

She also knew that she had no leverage to negotiate with Mo Ting.

Mo Ting doesn't care about this match; he won't listen to anything she says.

However, she could not let Mo Ting kill Sevier.

She moved aside, blocking Tyren's path. Her tone changed from pleading to sharp, fierce glint in her eyes. She raised her head and stared directly at Mo Ting. "Mo Ting, don't forget, I am not only your mistress, but also the princess of the empire! Since you disobey me, I, as the princess, command you not to harm Sevier!"

Mo Ting was stunned and looked at Scarlett in disbelief.

He just wanted her to say a few more kind words to him, but instead, she acted like a princess and put pressure on him.

She was kind and gentle to so many men, but she acted superior to her only towards him.

Would you consider this a special privilege?

Mo Ting smiled, but his chest felt tight, as if a huge rock was pressing down on it, and he had to pull hard to breathe each time.

After laughing, a sinister red glint appeared in Mo Ting's eyes. He stared at Scarlett for a few moments, then suddenly felt bored and turned to leave.

Halfway there, he realized it wouldn't do; he couldn't leave Scarlett and Sylvia alone together.

He stopped halfway, panting heavily, trying to shake off the weight on his heart and make his breathing easier.

But the boulder pressed down harder and harder, and instead of driving it away, he found it increasingly difficult to breathe.

He stood there all alone, struggling for a long time.

The overhead light shattered into countless pieces, falling around him and making his figure look tired and disheveled.

Scarlett saw this and suddenly felt terrible.

A complex emotion, indescribable and inexplicable, surged towards her at that moment, overwhelming her and leaving her momentarily at a loss for how to cope.

She remained silent for a few seconds, then wearily looked away, not wanting to amplify the negative emotions that would disturb her thoughts at this moment. She turned to look at Tyron, squatted down beside him, and took out a potion for him.

Tyron looked at the potion, raised an eyebrow, then looked down at his bound hands and feet and said, "Mistress, I have no hands and can't open the potion. Please feed it to me."

Scarlett frowned but said nothing. She reached out and twisted open the potion, about to feed it to Tyrone.

Mo Ting rushed over angrily, snatched the medicine from her hand, pried open Tyron's jaw, and fed it all into his mouth.

The feeding was too fast, and Tyron choked several times, but he managed to swallow all the medicine.

Mo Ting threw the empty medicine bottle on the ground, venting his anger, without saying a word or looking at Scarlett.

Scarlett looked at his profile, paused for a few seconds, and said, "Th-thank you."

Mo Ting raised an eyebrow and snorted, "Thank me for what? What do I have to thank Her Highness for?"

"You didn't leave; you stayed to continue protecting me."

Scarlett could tell that Mo Ting hadn't acted impulsively because of what had just happened and was still willing to protect her.

On the contrary, she might have acted impulsively just now.

Mo Ting gave a perfunctory bow and said sarcastically, "Heh, there's nothing I can do. I want to leave too, but what can I do? You are the ruler and I am the subject. Protecting you is my duty, and I dare not disobey your orders."

Scarlett: “…”

Scarlett paused for a moment, then said "Thank you" again.

Mo Ting: "Hehe."

Scarlett: "..." Okay, the other party is in a bad mood right now, let's put this aside for now and deal with it later.

She looked at Tyron and asked, "Tyron, how long have we been married?"

Tyron was taken aback, then excitement ignited in his eyes. Scarlett had asked "Tyron," she was asking him, she was talking to him.

He smiled and said confidently, "One year and twenty-six days."

Scarlett then turned to Mo Ting and asked, "Mo Ting, how long have we been married?"

Mo Ting opened his mouth, but the sound got stuck in his throat and didn't come out.

Admittedly, he didn't know how long he and Scarlett had been married.

A hint of guilt flashed in her eyes as she honestly replied, "I don't remember either."

But he quickly found another way to save face. He pointed at Tyron and asked, "What did you just call him?"

He tried to distract Scarlett from her anger, promising to check their wedding date when he got back and remember it.

"Don't worry about that for now."

Scarlett shoved Mo Ting's arm and said, "Call everyone over, I want to do an experiment."

“No.” Mo Ting refused.

Scarlett and Sylvia cannot be left alone together.

Scarlett said, "Don't worry, he won't hurt me."

Her tone was gentle, as if she were coaxing him.

Mo Ting blinked a few times quickly, savoring the moment.

I'm pretty sure this is just her being coquettish.

He finally looked Scarlett in the eye. "Scarlett, why are you so sure he won't hurt you? What if he attacks you the moment I leave? Are you overestimating yourself, or overestimating him?"

Scarlett pulled out a gun and pointed it at Tyron's temple. "Is this okay?"

Mo Ting was taken aback.

My heart skipped a beat.

This is this...

Does Scarlett even care about Sevilla?

How could they plead for him one second and then hold a gun to his head the next?

Mo Ting was somewhat confused.

But once he calmed down, he quickly realized that Scarlett didn't care about Sevier; she only cared about the game.

Even when she initially pleaded for Sevier, she did so by saying that Sevier could take them out.

Having figured this out, Mo Ting was extremely excited, and the corners of his mouth were even harder to suppress than before.

This means that he is on the same level as everyone else, without any discrimination!

Mo Ting convinced himself, nodded, and got up to find the others.

As soon as he left, Scarlett asked Tyron, "Do I need to hold this gun like that?"

Tyron chuckled. "No need. He sealed my mental power a long time ago. There's nothing I can do to you."

He looked at Scarlett seriously, "I won't do anything to you, Mistress."

Scarlett did as she was told and put away her gun.

I walked over to the coffee table, picked up the digital calendar, and tapped it randomly a few times, trying to find the settings button to adjust the time.

However, when her fingertip touched the screen, the screen distorted and dodged it.

(End of this chapter)