Marrying a Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the

At this time, a man in gray walked up to Zhan Yan and said, "I am a soldier ordered to protect the eldest son. I greet Lord Zhan Yi!"

The back of Mo Lingyue's head hurt badly from the collision, but he still yelled, "Uncle Fu, why are you following me?"

Uncle Fu said gently, "I'm here to protect you. Is the eldest young master okay?"

He shook his head vigorously: "No, I was so happy to see Uncle Fu that I couldn't even feel the pain!"

A trace of sadness flashed across Uncle Fu's stoic face. He knelt before Zhan Yan and said, "This matter cannot escape the scrutiny of Marquis Zhan Yi. It was indeed me who replaced the body. I don't want the eldest young master to suffer an unjust fate!"

Zhan Yan stared at him with a frown: "Since you are hiding in the dark, don't you have a chance to rescue that little girl?"

Uncle Fu spoke in a gloomy voice, "I swore a solemn oath to my late wife that I would never leave the eldest young master's side, so I have no idea when the prince brought people into the inn!"

Zhan Yan closed his eyes tightly. A living life was ruined by the beast Mo Lingran!

Even if I stab him a thousand times, it wouldn't be too much!

At this time, Lin Ran had already brought the parents of the missing girl to identify the body. When they saw how tragically their daughter died, they all fainted from tears.

When he learned that Mo Lingran was the murderer, he punched and kicked him.

Lin Ran did not stop him and let Mo Lingran be beaten into a bloody mess.

When Emperor Sheng An heard about this, he was furious and severely scolded the old Prince Jing who had suffered a stroke.

He sternly accused, "Are you blind? You allowed that vicious woman and her son to wreak havoc on your harem, and you treated them like treasures?"

The old Prince Jing shed tears of regret and opened his mouth to beg Emperor Sheng An: "I only have this foolish son Ling Yue left. Your Majesty, you must help him. Jingcheng still depends on him!"

Emperor Sheng An understood this logic very well. Mo Lingyue was the biological son of the old Prince Jing, and he had the right to inherit Jingcheng.

But he is not very smart, what should he do?

He ordered someone to invite Lin Yiwan into the palace and asked her whether Mo Lingyue's stupidity could be cured.

Lin Yiwan replied, "It's easy to treat. We need to drain the blood clots from his head first. But Mo Lingyue might not be that stupid. He even knew to hide the brocade cloth as evidence!"

Emperor Sheng An looked at her in surprise. "What do you mean? Could it be that Mo Lingyue is faking his stupidity? Then he's really cunning!"

Lin Yiwan frowned. "If he's not cunning, how can he survive in such a pit of fire? His biological father is foolish, his stepmother is vicious, and we still don't know how he got that head injury!"

Emperor Sheng An also felt sympathy, thinking that this Young Master Ling Yue was really a fool with good luck. Finally, when he arrived in the capital, he had the opportunity to turn the tide.

He solemnly instructed, "Then you should treat Mo Lingyue well. He will definitely not have second thoughts towards Sheng Chao in the future because he has accepted your kindness!"

Lin Yiwan nodded: "I understand, but I can't treat you for free, I have to pay!"

Emperor Sheng An wanted to say that he had no money, but when he saw the old Prince Jing lying next to him, he couldn't help but say: "Let him give it to treat his own son's illness. If he doesn't take it, who will?"

Although the old Prince Jing was already paralyzed on one side of his body, he still forced himself to sign an IOU for 60,000 taels of silver with Lin Yiwan.

As soon as Lin Yiwan returned, she started to remove the blood clots in Mo Lingyue's brain and asked Lin Xiaoruan to take good care of her.

After all, his father paid a large sum of medical fees!

Fortunately, hard work pays off and Mo Lingyue was finally cured.

After regaining consciousness, he told everyone how he was injured. He said in a hoarse voice, "My brother took me to climb the mountain, and then he pushed me down the mountain with his own hands!"

Lin Yiwan wasn't surprised, as this was something a cruel and ruthless pervert like Mo Lingran would do. However, he was really good at pretending, and he fooled the confused old Prince Jing around.

Mo Lingyue continued, "I'm actually not completely clueless. Sometimes I'm clear-headed. The prophet thinks my condition can only be cured by Imperial Physician Lin from the capital!"

Lin Yiwan asked in surprise, "The prophet? The one who asked your father to bury your deceased mother in Mount Li Cui?"

Mo Lingyue spoke obscurely, "The prophet said that on purpose. He's known for a long time that that place is a dragon vein. The emperor will definitely do his utmost to stop it. But for the sake of face, he will definitely send his favorite minister to deal with my father!"

Lin Yiwan looked at Zhan Yan with a complicated expression. It turned out that this prophet had already predicted what was going to happen in the capital.

He deserves the title of prophet!

Lin Yiwan asked calmly, "Mo Lingyue, tell me the truth, did the prophet tell you anything about the capital?"

Mo Lingyue thought about it carefully for a moment before cautiously lowering his eyes and saying, "Can I tell you about your wife?"

Lin Yiwan suddenly clenched her fingers, trembling slightly inside her sleeves.

Zhan Yan noticed something was wrong with her and immediately stepped forward to protect her. He scolded her in a deep voice: "Mo Lingyue, how dare you!"

Mo Lingyue quickly apologized: "I know I was wrong, please calm down, Lord Zhan Yi!"

Lin Yiwan looked down at the frightened pale boy and said in a hoarse voice, "Ah Yan, don't blame him. I want to talk to him alone. Please go out and wait!"

Zhan Yan didn't ask why, but just looked at her deeply, then turned around and left quickly.

When they were the only two people left in the room, Lin Yiwan finally spoke: "What did the prophet tell you about me?"

Mo Lingyue answered carefully, "He said you were the biggest variable in the capital. Originally, the Emperor was supposed to be childless, and his throne would have been taken away by the Loyal and Brave Prince. As for the Lin family, they would have had no fate, and you would have been the wife of Marquis Zhan Yi's adopted son!"

Lin Yiwan laughed. Isn’t this what she experienced in her previous life?

It seems that this prophet has the same opportunity as her.

However, seeing that he was willing to help Mo Lingyue with strategies, he must not be a bad guy.

She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The prophet was right. I am indeed the variable. Ever since I married Marquis Zhan Yi on my wedding day, everything about me has changed!"

Mo Lingyue scratched his head. "The prophet asked me to tell you something. Man-made disasters can be avoided, but natural disasters cannot be reversed. He hopes that the Marquis can care about the people and help them experience less suffering!"

Lin Yiwan's heart skipped a beat. Natural disaster?

In her previous life, she was imprisoned by Zhan Yu and had no idea what kind of natural disaster she had experienced.

Seeing her frown, Mo Lingyue spoke with some guilt, "Madam Hou, am I being too talkative? Logically, you are my savior, and I should be very grateful to you, but the prophet asked me to convey this to you, and I must say it. If it has caused you any trouble, then I apologize!"

Lin Yiwan quickly pulled herself out of the memories of her past life. She said softly, "I don't blame you. I just didn't quite understand what the prophet said, and I had no idea what kind of natural disaster Sheng Dynasty would experience!"