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She gave a bitter smile: "Mo Lingyue, I must have been blind to marry you. Royal honor, the responsibilities of a city lord, and the bond between father and son—in your eyes, none of these matter as much as a woman's pillow talk. You're so easily swayed today; you'll surely regret it tomorrow!"

"Whether you regret it or not is none of your business." Mo Lingyue turned his head away, unwilling to look at her.

Looking at Mo Ziyu's pale face and seeing the last glimmer of hope in his eyes completely extinguished, Zhan Miao felt a surge of anger.

She stepped forward, blocking Mo Ziyu's path, and looked directly at Mo Lingyue: "Today, the city lord insisted on protecting Wen Wanqing, ignoring the evidence, and mistreating his wife and children. If this matter gets out in the future, people will only say that you are incompetent and tyrannical, and the people of Jingcheng will no longer respect you."

"You dare threaten me?" Mo Lingyue glared at Zhan Miao.

"I'm just stating the facts," Zhan Miao said without fear.

She declared resolutely, "I'm making this clear today: I will definitely clear Mo Ziyu's name. Wen Wanqing's tricks will be exposed sooner or later. By then, even if the city lord wants to regret it, it will be too late."

Wen Wanqing hid behind Mo Lingyue, raised her eyebrows triumphantly, and looked at Zhan Miao and Mo Ziyu with a provocative gaze.

Mo Lingyue, unwilling to argue any further, waved his hand and said, "Guards, escort the princess and the young city lord back to their courtyard. Keep them under strict guard and do not allow them to come and go as they please!"

The guards stepped forward, intending to take Mo Ziyu and Princess Youyi away.

Mo Ziyu gently pushed the guard away, no longer arguing or shedding tears, but simply giving Mo Lingyue a deep look.

That glance was terrifyingly calm.

There was no resentment, no anger, no expectation, only a deathly, cold silence.

He supported his mother, turned around and walked out of the council hall step by step, his back straight, like a pine tree stubbornly growing in the cold wind.

From this day forward, the boy who longed for his father's love and depended on him is dead.

The one who remained was Mo Ziyu, who was determined to reclaim everything, protect his mother, and make all betrayals and favoritism pay the price.

Zhan Miao followed behind him, glancing back at Mo Lingyue, who was still protecting Wen Wanqing in the council hall, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness.

Mo Lingyue, you protect her today, but in the future, you will pay the most painful price for your biased listening.

Inside the Warm Fragrance Pavilion, Wen Wanqing looked at Linglong who had been sent back. Mo Lingyue was still soft-hearted in the end, and only beat her up without kicking her out of the mansion. A sinister smile appeared on his lips.

"You think you can bring me down by finding a maid to give false testimony?" She toyed with the beaded flower on her finger. "Mo Ziyu, Zhan Miao, you're still far from it. This City Lord's Mansion, this position of Young City Lord, will be my child's sooner or later."

In the small courtyard where he was confined, Mo Ziyu sat by the window, saying nothing.

Zhan Miao gently patted his shoulder: "Ziyu, don't take it to heart."

Mo Ziyu slowly raised his head. The boy's eyes no longer held their former clarity, but instead held a deep, unfathomable melancholy and determination.

"Aunt Miao, I'm not sad anymore," he said softly, his voice calm yet resolute.

"From the moment he chose not to believe me, I knew that it was impossible to expect him to come to his senses."

"What are you going to do?"

Mo Ziyu looked out at the deep night and spoke clearly and forcefully, word by word: "Since he refuses to believe, then I will force him to believe. Since justice cannot win back his conscience, then I will use my strength to take back everything that belongs to me."

"Doesn't Wen Wanqing want to seize the throne? Then let her see who really calls the shots in Jingcheng."

Zhan Miao looked at the young man who had matured overnight, smiled slightly, and his eyes were full of approval:

"Okay, Aunt Miao will stay with you."

"We don't expect him to turn back; we will change our fate against all odds."

At this moment, in Wen Wanqing's courtyard, she was already pregnant, but she was doing her best to please Mo Lingyue.

Only when he was exhausted did she let out a soft moan and throw herself into his arms, saying, "Lord, I'm so scared!"

Mo Lingyue gazed intently at the beautiful woman before him, feeling both satisfied and longing.

He soothed her in a hoarse voice, "Wanqing, don't be afraid. I'm here, and I'll definitely protect you and the child!"

Wen Wanqing shook her head with red eyes: "I don't want to make things difficult for you, but the young city lord's eyes are like poison. Why don't you send me out of the city lord's mansion?"

Mo Lingyue held her soft waist, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin, his heart filled with tenderness.

Hearing her say that, his brows furrowed instantly, and he asked in a hoarse voice, still panting, "Why would you say something like that out of the blue?"

Wen Wanqing's eyes reddened even more, and her long eyelashes trembled like a startled butterfly.

She raised her head, her watery eyes looking directly into Mo Lingyue's eyes. Her voice was as soft as a feather, yet every word pierced his heart:

“Lord, I’m not being willful, I’m truly afraid. I’m carrying your child, and so many people in the manor are watching me, hoping something will happen to me. I’m not afraid of anyone else, but I’m only afraid of the young lord.”

Mo Lingyue's eyes darkened: "Ziyu? What happened to him?"

Wen Wanqing quickly lowered her head, looking timid and afraid to speak, her fingertips gently clutching the brocade quilt: "I've already argued with him to this extent, how can there be any room for reconciliation? He probably wants to tear me to pieces, doesn't he?"

She paused, deliberately lowering her voice, adding a hint of fear: "I know that the young city lord has always blamed me, thinking that I stole his mother's position and that I bewitched him. But when have I ever had the slightest ill intention? I have always been obedient, respectful, and accommodating to him."

"But the way he looked at me, at the child in my belly! It was full of murderous intent."

She spoke the last sentence in a trembling voice, almost crying, and then quickly covered her mouth as if afraid of disturbing something.

Mo Lingyue's face instantly turned cold.

Mo Ziyu's gaze toward Wen Wanqing indeed carried undisguised hostility.

He thought it was just youthful impulsiveness, jealousy that Wanqing was pregnant and had taken his place, but he never expected it to escalate to this point.

Mo Lingyue's voice was cold and hard, carrying the authority of a city lord: "He dares? With me here, whoever dares to touch you and the child, I will be the first to not let him off the hook."

This was exactly what Wen Wanqing was waiting for.

But she showed no sign of pride on her face. Instead, she shook her head in even greater fear, and tears finally slid down her cheeks, dripping onto Mo Lingyue's chest, where they felt cold.

"Lord of the city, I know you are protecting me, but I can't just stand by and watch you suffer."

She choked back tears as she said, "The young city lord is, after all, your own son, the young city lord favored by Princess Youyi. I am but a weak woman, and now I am pregnant, powerless to even kill a chicken. If the young city lord were to harm me or my child out of resentment, would you kill him or cripple him?"

She raised her tearful eyes, every word she uttered was for Mo Lingyue's sake: "No matter which one it is, if word gets out, people will say that the city lord favors his concubine over his son and disregards the bond between father and son. Then the court will criticize him, Princess Youyi will be dissatisfied, and the people of Jingcheng will gossip! The city lord's reputation will be completely ruined."