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Three days later, in the council hall of the city lord's mansion.

Mo Lingyue sat upright in the main seat, his face gloomy, his brocade robe unable to conceal the impatience and irritability between his brows.

Today was not a routine meeting. He was invited by the old ministers of the manor. Several veteran generals and stewards who had followed the Mo family for many years could not stand the city lord's mistreatment of the princess and his wrongful accusation of the young city lord. They repeatedly pleaded for Mo Ziyu to prove his innocence in public.

Wen Wanqing nestled beside Mo Lingyue, her face pale and her lower abdomen slightly protruding. She looked weak and helpless, as if she had suffered a great injustice, but there was a hint of smugness hidden in her eyes.

Princess Youyi was helped into the hall. Several days of confinement had left her looking haggard, but her royal pride remained undiminished. Her cold gaze swept over Wen Wanqing, as if she wanted to devour this vixen alive.

Mo Ziyu followed closely beside his mother, his posture upright and his expression calm and undisturbed, but a deep coldness was hidden in the depths of his young eyes.

Zhan Miao did not avoid suspicion, standing openly beside Mo Ziyu. Dressed in a neat and tidy outfit, he exuded a fierce aura, clearly indicating that he was going to support the mother and son today.

Princess Youyi spoke first, her voice cold: "Since the city lord is willing to come out and meet people, then make things clear. Without asking any questions, you confined my son and me and stripped Ziyu of his position as young city lord. Today, in front of the old ministers, you tell me, what exactly did he do wrong?"

Mo Lingyue frowned, her tone impatient: "Why does the princess ask questions she already knows the answer to? Wanqing was poisoned by Ziyu, the evidence is conclusive, and the poison was hidden in Ziyu's study. Who in the manor doesn't know this?"

Wen Wanqing's eyes immediately reddened, and she was on the verge of tears. She gently tugged at Mo Lingyue's sleeve and said, "City Lord, please stop talking. Perhaps the young city lord did not mean it. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding. I really don't blame him."

This feigned magnanimity, subtly confirming Mo Ziyu's guilt, made Zhan Miao sneer inwardly.

Mo Ziyu stepped forward, looking directly at Mo Lingyue: "Stop pretending, Father. If I really poisoned him, why would I hide the powder in my study? Even a three-year-old wouldn't do something so stupid."

"Perhaps you panicked and didn't have time to deal with it," Mo Lingyue retorted without hesitation.

An old minister couldn't help but speak up: "City Lord, the young city lord has been intelligent since childhood and acts with composure. He is by no means such a reckless person. There are many suspicious points in this matter. You cannot just listen to Miss Wen's side of the story."

"One-sided account?" Mo Lingyue slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his face grim. "The physical evidence is overwhelming. How could it be false?"

"The physical evidence is fake, but the witnesses are here."

Mo Ziyu stepped aside to make way. Linglong was brought up, and as soon as she entered the council hall, she knelt down with a thud, trembling all over, but still gritted her teeth and raised her head.

"Lord, this servant has something to say!"

Upon seeing Linglong, Wen Wanqing's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and sternly rebuked her, "Linglong! Who let you in? Get out of here!"

Linglong trembled at her shout, but bit her lower lip tightly and looked up at Mo Lingyue: "Lord, this servant dares not lie! Miss Wen's poisoning that day was a complete fabrication! She took harmless powder beforehand, pretended to be poisoned and weak, and bribed a servant to secretly put the poison in the young lord's study to frame him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole hall erupted in uproar.

Wen Wanqing's face turned deathly pale instantly, and tears immediately streamed down her face: "City Lord, don't believe her! They must have captured Linglong and coerced her into talking nonsense! Linglong is timid; they threatened her with the lives of her family, how could she dare to disobey?"

As she spoke, she tried to throw herself into Mo Lingyue's arms, looking utterly wronged: "City Lord, I'm carrying your child, how could I dare to joke about the child in my womb? I'm completely devoted to you, how could I possibly plot against the young city lord?"

Mo Lingyue immediately softened, reaching out to support her, and coldly looked at Linglong: "You audacious servant, daring to be ordered around and spout nonsense! Guards, drag her away, give her fifty strokes of the cane, and expel her from the City Lord's Mansion!"

"Father!" Mo Ziyu urgently interrupted, "Everything she said is true, why won't you listen?"

Mo Lingyue turned to look at him, her eyes unfamiliar and cold: "Ziyu, I never expected you to be so cunning! You did something wrong, but instead of repenting, you coerced the maid to give false testimony, trying to distort the truth! You have disappointed me greatly!"

That disappointed look in his eyes was like a cold knife, piercing Mo Ziyu's heart.

He had always longed for his father's approval and hoped that his father would look at him more. But now, with the truth laid out before him, his father would rather believe a scheming mistress than his own son.

Linglong knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, blood seeping from her forehead: "City Lord, what this servant said is absolutely true! I personally witnessed Miss Wen exchanging letters with someone outside the manor, plotting to seize the position of Young City Lord! Those letters are hidden on the carved beams of Nuanxiang Pavilion; you can find out by checking them!"

Zhan Miao spoke up at the opportune moment, his voice clear and powerful: "City Lord, what harm is there in investigating? If the letter does not exist, it proves that Linglong is lying, and the young city lord will have nothing to say. If the letter does exist, then it is irrefutable evidence, and you cannot continue to turn a blind eye to it."

Several senior officials echoed, "Lord City, investigate this matter. It would be good to clear your name."

Mo Lingyue looked at the gazes of the crowd, then at Wen Wanqing, who was trembling in his arms. Although he hesitated for a moment, he suppressed his hesitation because of his bias.

He said in a deep voice, "There's no need to investigate! Nuanxiang Pavilion is Wanqing's residence. How can it be searched at will? If it disturbs the baby in her womb, who can bear the responsibility?"

He had no intention of investigating.

He was afraid of finding evidence, afraid that it would really prove that Wen Wanqing was lying to him, afraid that his bias all along would become a joke.

Seeing this, Wen Wanqing cried even harder, reaching out to touch her lower abdomen: "City Lord, I'm so scared. Are they so aggressive that they can't even tolerate your child? I'd rather die myself than let my child suffer the slightest grievance!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Mo Lingyue comforted them gently, but his gaze toward Mo Ziyu and Princess Youyi grew increasingly cold.

He said sternly, "This matter ends here. The princess and Ziyu will remain under house arrest to reflect on their actions. Linglong, who spread rumors and caused trouble, will be taken away for punishment. Anyone who dares to say another word is going against me!"

Mo Ziyu stared blankly at his father, his heart sinking deeper and deeper into an ice cellar.

He thought that as long as he produced evidence, his father would believe him.

He believed that there should always be some affection between father and son.

He thought that as long as Wen Wanqing's true colors were exposed, everything could go back to the way it was before.

But he was wrong.

That's completely wrong.

It wasn't that my father couldn't see clearly; it was that he simply didn't want to see clearly.

In the father's heart, the child in Wen Wanqing's womb was more important than his own son.

Wen Wanqing's gentleness and thoughtfulness were more important than his mother's sincerity and the years of marital affection.

That self-deceptive sense of security is more important than the truth, justice, and the future of Jingcheng.

Princess Youyi was heartbroken to see her husband so stubbornly persistent.