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

Sheng Tianlin stood at the back of the crowd, his eyes filled with malice.

If the assassins could injure or even kill Zhan Miao, he could then claim that the people had reached their breaking point and were acting on their own initiative to rid the city of a scourge. With Zhan Miao dead, Jingcheng would be leaderless, and he could then clean up the mess and rightfully seize power.

But he never expected that Zhan Miao would have so many expert guards around him.

In a short time, several assassins were bitten to death or wounded, and the rest were subdued and pinned to the ground, unable to move.

Zhan Miao slowly walked to the assassins who had been pinned down, raised his foot and stepped on one of their wrists, his voice icy cold:

"Speak! Who sent you! Who ordered you to assassinate me and frame me!"

The assassin clenched his teeth and refused to speak.

Zhan Miao increased his strength slightly: "Won't talk? I have plenty of ways to make you talk. You think you can survive by just holding on? The people behind you don't treat you like human beings at all; they just see you as expendable pawns."

"Now that the assassination attempt has failed, he will only abandon you, and no one will come to your rescue. If you confess, I may spare your lives."

Faced with life and death, so-called loyalty is utterly vulnerable.

The assassin was deathly pale and trembling. After struggling for a moment, he finally broke down, pointing at Sheng Tianlin in the crowd, and said in a trembling voice, "It was...it was Zhou! He sent us! He also sent people to steal the grain! He made us slander you, assassinate you, and pin all the blame on you!"

In short, it was earth-shattering.

The entire room fell silent.

All the people looked at Sheng Tianlin in disbelief.

Sheng Tianlin's face turned deathly pale instantly, his soul nearly leaving his body. He screamed incoherently, "You're lying! You're making false accusations! She tortured you into confessing! Zhan Miao forced you to do it!"

"Now that things have come to this, you still want to make excuses?"

Zhan Miao sneered and said loudly, "Men, seize him! At the same time, immediately search the place where he was hiding. The grain he stole must be hidden there!"

His confidants swarmed forward and pinned down Sheng Tianlin, who was still trying to resist.

In less than half an hour, the trusted men who had been searching returned with a large amount of grain, which was piled up in front of the city lord's mansion. It was the grain that had been stolen from the official granary.

With witnesses and physical evidence, the evidence is irrefutable.

Sheng Tianlin's face turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground, powerless to refute.

The truth came out.

All rumors will be disproven on their own.

Looking at the grain and fodder before them, and at Sheng Tianlin who had been subdued, the people were filled with guilt and self-reproach as they recalled their previous suspicions and insults towards Zhan Miao.

It's unclear who knelt down first.

"Miss Zhan, we're so sorry! We misunderstood you!"

Once there was a first, there was a second, and a third. Countless people knelt down and respectfully bowed to Zhan Miao.

"Please forgive us, Miss! We have been deceived by treacherous people and have wronged you!"

"You are the benefactor of Jingcheng. We were blind and trusted the wrong person!"

"Thank you, Miss, for uncovering the truth and protecting Jingcheng!"

Shouts rose and fell, no longer filled with anger and curses, but with deep remorse, gratitude and respect.

As Zhan Miao looked at the people kneeling on the ground, the coldness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a gentler expression.

She reached out and helped the elderly man beside her to his feet, and said loudly, "Everyone, please get up. I don't blame you. Panic and doubt are human nature. I only hope that after this incident, everyone can understand that Jingcheng is our common home."

As she finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted around her.

Zhan Yan and Lin Yiwan stood at the door, their eyes filled with joyful smiles.

He whispered, "Wanwan, look, that's our daughter. She has won the trust of the people of Jingcheng with her intelligence and courage!"

Lin Yiwan frowned: "Su Ningshuang's people are really despicable. Now that we've caught these, who knows how many more are hiding in the shadows? They're like maggots clinging to our Miao'er, they're absolutely disgusting!"

Zhan Yan narrowed his eyes: "Wanwan, it's good to let them be our Meow'er's whetstone. Our Meow'er is getting stronger and stronger!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure rushed towards them from afar, his steps frantic and his face pale, clearly indicating that something terrible had happened.

The man rushed forward, heading straight for Zhan Miao. He knelt on one knee, his voice slightly unsteady:

"Miss Zhan, urgent report from outside the city! City Lord Mo is back! He's with a pregnant woman by his side, and they're almost at the city lord's mansion!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the people present all changed.

Mo Ziyu's small body stiffened abruptly, her face turned deathly pale, and even her lips lost all color.

He staggered forward, his small hands gripping Zhan Miao's sleeve tightly, his knuckles trembling. When he looked up at her, his eyes were filled with fear and unease.

"Aunt Miao..." His voice trembled, almost breaking down in tears, "Is it my father who's back? He... he's really back?"

Zhan Miao's heart sank, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Lord Mo, Mo Ziyu's biological father, Princess Youyi's husband, is also the culprit who abandoned his wife and children and went far away, leaving Jingcheng in a state of chaos.

He actually came back at this time.

He was also accompanied by a pregnant woman.

Lin Yiwan's face immediately turned cold. She stepped forward to protect Mo Ziyu and looked towards the direction outside the city, her eyes filled with chilling intent: "What a fine Lord Mo! He abandoned the princess and Xiaoyu without a word. Now that Jingcheng is safe, he has the nerve to come back, and with other people with him?"

Zhan Yan's eyes were deep, his fingers lightly tapping the sword at his waist, his tone cold: "Why did you have to come back at this critical moment, with a pregnant woman with you? This matter is definitely not simple."

Zhan Miao gently pressed down on Mo Ziyu's trembling shoulders, transferring the warmth of her palm to him little by little. Her voice was steady, giving the boy a sense of security: "Ziyu, don't be afraid, Aunt Miao is here."

She looked up toward the city lord's mansion gate. Sunlight fell on her face, but it couldn't penetrate the deep, cold emotion surging in her eyes.

She knew it all too well.

When Lord Mo returned, he brought not a reunion of father and son, nor peace to the city, but a storm powerful enough to overturn the existing order of Jingcheng.

Princess Youyi's grievances, Mo Ziyu's lack of fatherly love, and now that the position of city lord is secure, the former master suddenly returns with his mistress—all these things are like thorns piercing the heart.

What alarmed her even more was that this incident occurred at a critical juncture when Su Ningshuang was constantly scheming in secret, making it hard not to suspect that there might be another hand secretly pulling the strings behind the scenes.

“Aunt Miao!” Mo Ziyu looked up, tears welling in her eyes, but she held them back. “My mother waited for him for so long and cried so many times, but he didn’t come back. Now he’s back, but he’s brought someone else with him. I don’t want to acknowledge him.”

The boy's voice was filled with unconcealed grievances and resentment at being abandoned.

Zhan Miao's heart softened. She bent down and gently pulled him into her arms, patting his back. Her words were firm and resolute.

“Xiaoyu, remember this: even if he is your biological father, his return does not mean you have to forgive him, nor does it mean he can trample on your and your mother’s dignity at will.”

“With me here, and with your great-uncle and great-aunt here, no one can bully you, and no one can shake your position in Jingcheng.”