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She paused and then said, "I cannot ruin the city lord's reputation for my own sake."

At this point, she struggled to get up from Mo Lingyue's embrace, weakly supporting herself: "How about, how about the city lord sends me to the villa outside the city? I can give birth to my child there quietly, without returning to the city lord's mansion or seeing the young city lord. That way, he won't hold a grudge against me anymore, and the city lord won't be caught in a dilemma."

"I don't want anything, as long as the city lord is well and the children grow up safely, that's enough."

She spoke with such sincerity, appearing as if she were willing to sacrifice and compromise.

Mo Lingyue couldn't bear to part with it.

He pulled Wen Wanqing back into his arms and held her tightly, feeling both heartache and anger. He was completely captivated by her righteous words and felt nothing but pity for her and resentment towards Mo Ziyu.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mo Lingyue interrupted her sharply, but his tone couldn't hide his gentleness.

He said in a deep voice, "How can my woman and my child be sent to such a desolate place as the villa to suffer? Don't worry, with me here, no one can send you away."

Wen Wanqing nestled in his arms, a faint, sinister smile playing on her lips, before vanishing in an instant, replaced by her usual weak and pitiful demeanor.

She choked back tears, her voice filled with grievance: "But how are we going to appease the young city lord?"

A hint of impatience and coldness flashed in Mo Lingyue's eyes: "Since he can't tolerate you, then let him and his mother leave the City Lord's Mansion!"

Wen Wanqing feigned surprise and grabbed him: "City Lord, you mustn't! The young city lord is young and impetuous, and it's just a momentary lapse of judgment. Don't let me ruin the harmony between father and son. As long as I can stay peacefully by your side, a little grievance is nothing!"

The more she yielded and the more sensible she became, the more Mo Lingyue felt sorry for her and the more she felt that Mo Ziyu was immature, disobedient, and unfilial.

Mo Lingyue gently stroked her back and said in a deep voice, "If you have suffered, then I, the city lord, have suffered. From today onwards, I will double the number of guards outside your courtyard. No one is allowed to approach at will, including the young city lord. You can rest assured and take care of your pregnancy. You don't need to be afraid of anything. I, the city lord, will take care of everything."

Wen Wanqing was overjoyed, but her face remained one of deep emotion. She hugged Mo Lingyue tightly around the waist, buried her face in his chest, and spoke in a soft, dependent voice:

"Lord of the City, you are so good to me. It is a blessing I have accumulated over many lifetimes to meet you. I will definitely give birth to a healthy son for you and assist you in protecting Jingcheng in the future."

She deliberately emphasized the words "assist the city lord".

Isn't Mo Ziyu the rightful young city lord?

Don't you just dislike her?

Once she gives birth to her son, with Mo Lingyue's favor and the power of the city lord, who can compete with her son for the position of city lord in Jingcheng?

As for Mo Ziyu!

A cold glint flashed in Wen Wanqing's eyes.

How much trouble can a boy who has been rejected and distrusted by his father cause, no matter how much he struggles?

That woman, Zhan Miao, thinks she can help him defy fate; she's just delusional.

In this city lord's mansion, in Mo Lingyue's heart, Wen Wanqing is the only one who can stay with him until the end.

Mo Lingyue's heart was warmed by her coaxing. He lowered his head and kissed away the tear stains at the corner of her eyes, his tone extremely gentle: "Silly girl, get some rest and don't think about those worries."

Wen Wanqing nodded obediently, closed her eyes, and nestled in his arms, looking at him with a sense of peace and contentment.

But out of Mo Lingyue's sight, she slowly opened her eyes. There was no trace of fear or weakness in her eyes, only cold calculation and ruthlessness.

Mo Ziyu, Zhan Miao.

You want to fight me?

Want to take back what belongs to you?

Let's give it a try.

Let's see if your methods are more effective, or if my pillow talk is more powerful.

This city lord's mansion, this future of Jingcheng, is destined to belong to me and the child in my womb.

No one can take it away.

The incense in the warm pavilion still lingered, completely enveloping the room in a gentle illusion.

Outside the window, a dark figure quietly retreated, memorizing every word of the conversation inside the room before turning and disappearing into the night.

The shadowy figure evaded the patrols and guards, taking advantage of the darkness to silently circle around to a secluded courtyard behind the city lord's mansion.

This is where Mo Ziyu lives; it's secluded and quiet, making it perfect for carrying out his plans in secret.

He bowed and entered the room. Zhan Miao was sitting quietly by the window, her fingertips lightly tapping the table. The candlelight made her profile appear cold and distinct.

Mo Ziyu sat to the side, his expression calm, having long since lost any of the youthful restlessness he had shown during the day.

"How is it?" Zhan Miao asked, his voice calm.

The dark figure knelt on one knee and whispered a complete retelling of the conversation in Wen Wanqing's courtyard, from Wen Wanqing's feigned weakness and tearful complaints to her deliberate smearing of Mo Ziyu's murderous intent, and then to Mo Lingyue's promise to send more guards, showing his growing dissatisfaction with Mo Ziyu. He left out every detail.

Mo Ziyu's hands, resting on his knees, slowly clenched, his knuckles turning bluish-white.

He had previously thought Wen Wanqing was just a gossipmonger, but he never expected this woman to be so vicious. She was the one who had usurped his place and pressed him relentlessly, but now she was turning the tables and portraying him as a wicked brother who couldn't tolerate his stepmother or the child in her womb.

"What a clever tactic of feigning retreat, what a delicate and innocent white lotus flower." A cold laugh escaped Mo Ziyu's throat, his young voice carrying a chilling edge.

"Isn't all this scheming just a way for her to use my father's favor to completely trample me underfoot, and then take everything away after I give birth to the child?"

Zhan Miao raised his eyes, his gaze calm and undisturbed, as if he had already anticipated this.

“That’s just who she is,” she said calmly.

“Her weakness is her knife, her tears are her sword, and your father is most susceptible to this. In his eyes, Wen Wanqing is helpless and only he can rely on; while you have Princess Youyi backing you up, you have confidence, and he doesn’t need to pity you too much.”

“The stronger a person is, the easier it is for them to be manipulated by those who appear weak. Your father holds power over a city and is used to being relied upon, and Wen Wanqing has made the most of that.”

Mo Ziyu took a deep breath, suppressing the anger surging in his chest.

He knew that anger was useless at this moment, and acting impulsively would only play into Wen Wanqing's hands.

If he really couldn't hold back and confronted Wen Wanqing, it would only confirm her accusations that he harbored murderous intent and couldn't tolerate others. At that point, Mo Lingyue would only despise him even more and be even more determined to protect Wen Wanqing.

"Aunt Miao, what should we do now?" Mo Ziyu looked up, her gaze now more composed.

Zhan Miao slowly spoke: "To deal with Wen Wanqing, we must fight evil with evil!"

Mo Ziyu looked at her in surprise: "Aunt Miao, how do you fight evil with evil?"

Zhan Miao whispered a few words in his ear, and his eyes immediately lit up.

He hoped to speak up: "Aunt Miao, this is really a good idea!"

Without further hesitation, he immediately ordered someone to see Linglong, Wen Wanqing's half-dead personal maid.

Meanwhile, in Wen Wanqing's Tinglan Courtyard, the lights were warm and the incense was lingering.