The Female Supporting Character's Counterattack: The Evil King's Doctor Consort's Ent

Chapter 89 The Decline of Morals

Gu Fuling stood with her hands behind her back, listening to the bursts of explosions coming from the Third Prince's residence.

Like a beautiful melody, in no time at all, the courtyard near the master bedroom had been completely destroyed.

This is a real demolition, there's no exaggeration whatsoever.

Mo Jinghan's expression was one of surprise and uncertainty, while Gu Fuling's face turned pale and then red. However, the two of them stood there helplessly, unable to do anything.

They could only watch as their mansion was trampled flat step by step, losing all its former glory.

Mo Jiuxiao wasn't just demolishing the mansion; he was destroying his dignity.

If this matter gets out today, he, the Third Prince, will probably become the biggest joke in the world.

Gu Fuling leaned gently against Mo Jinghan, her voice hoarse as she asked, "Your Highness, what should we do?"

Mo Jinghan patted her shoulder reassuringly: "I'll go talk to Father. Since Ninth Prince likes to tear things down, let him tear them down!"

What else?

They can't beat them in a fight, and they can't compete with them in terms of status. Even if the other party has no reason to bully them, they still have to endure it.

Who could blame them when the person before them was the current emperor's younger brother, the Ninth Prince, who held considerable military power?

Gu Fuling was completely at a loss, her mind a jumbled mess.

Gu Lingzhi glanced at the two men's expressions with a leisurely air. Seeing their faces filled with resentment and bitterness, she felt the gloom that had been gathering in her heart vanish in an instant.

Seeing that the matter was over and the entire mansion was about to be leveled, Mo Jiuxiao finally relaxed his brows in satisfaction: "Let's go!"

Gu Lingzhi was taken aback: "Where to?"

When Mo Jiuxiao saw her standing there blankly, still not recovered from what had just happened, a glint flashed in his eyes.

"Go back to the palace."

If she could, she really didn't want to go back to the palace.

No, her identity prevents her from escaping.

Even though Mo Jiuxiao is backing her up now, once her true identity is exposed, even he can't protect her.

Unless... unless Mo Jiuxiao is willing to rebel for her sake.

But if that happens, the innocence of the Marquis of Zhenguo's family will never be cleared, and when she regains her identity in the future, she will be seen as the daughter of a traitor in front of everyone.

This is definitely not what the original Gu Lingzhi wanted.

Gu Lingzhi lowered her eyes, a thoughtful look flashing across her gaze. As time passed, the original owner's influence on her gradually faded.

But since she had taken over the other person's body, she should now be the one to collect her debts.

Not to mention that Gu Fuling tried to kill her time and time again, she absolutely could not watch her climb up and trample her underfoot.

Mo Jiuxiao and Gu Lingzhi walked out of the Third Prince's residence one after the other. They were surrounded by people, but because they had not received orders, no one dared to lay a hand on Mo Jiuxiao.

The three men in black had disappeared, but Gu Lingzhi knew that they must be protecting Mo Jiuxiao.

If the other party makes any rash moves, we will definitely step in to help immediately.

Stepping out of the dilapidated gate of the Third Prince's residence, Gu Lingzhi wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Although winter was approaching in the capital, the midday sun was already scorching.

Gu Lingzhi raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling on Mo Jiuxiao.

Mo Jiuxiao lowered his eyes, his whole demeanor calm and composed. His thick eyelashes obscured the light in his eyes, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, yet the slight curve of his lips was quite stunning.

She was engrossed in looking at them when the owner of those eyes raised his head, his deep, unwavering gaze fixed on her face: "What are you looking at?"

Gu Lingzhi didn't hide her thoughts at that moment: "Of course I'm looking at you!"

Mo Jiuxiao seemed not to understand her meaning: "Why?"

"I thought the prince was very handsome."

Mo Jiuxiao was clearly pleased by her words, and a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes. He bent down slightly and moved closer to her: "How did you feel about this trip?"

Gu Lingzhi chuckled softly: "That felt so good!"

"Is that all?"

Gu Lingzhi frowned slightly, resting her chin on her hand by the carriage window: "Of course it feels great."

I've never felt so comfortable before.

Having been in this world for so long, she was constantly constrained in the military camp and had to navigate the palace step by step. However, she finally got her chance to hold her head high.

Mo Jiuxiao nodded slightly: "Didn't you want revenge? Is this all you're capable of?"

Gu Lingzhi was taken aback. She blinked, a hint of curiosity on her face: "I don't know why Your Highness is so concerned about my revenge."

Mo Jiuxiao concealed the thoughts in his eyes, his incomparably handsome face remaining calm: "Only after you turn the tables can you openly become my queen, isn't that right?"

Gu Lingzhi blushed, feeling teased.

She stared at Mo Jiuxiao's face as if she wanted to bore a hole through it.

However, the other party's skin is as thick as a city wall, and if she wants to make him blush, she will probably have to cultivate for a few more years.

Time waits for no one, and the carriage quickly returned to the palace gate. As soon as Gu Lingzhi got off the carriage, she saw several eunuchs waiting for them at the gate.

"Ninth Prince, His Majesty is waiting for you in the Imperial Study."

Mo Jiuxiao nodded.

He walked inside, but turned back to look at Gu Lingzhi: "You go back first!"

"I'll go back?"

Gu Lingzhi stopped in her tracks, hesitatingly looking at Mo Jiuxiao's figure, her thoughts racing.

Mo Jiuxiao waved his hand and followed the eunuchs, leaving Gu Lingzhi alone on the spot.

No one paid her any attention. Gu Lingzhi knew the location of her residence, so she had no choice but to set off alone towards the palace where she was resting.

The palace servants were all busy doing their own things, and without any instructions, they were all ignored by Gu Lingzhi.

Gu Lingzhi was bored and didn't want to go back to the palace so early, so she decided to take a detour before going back.

However, as soon as she entered the Imperial Garden, she bumped into Mo Liufeng standing in front of her. She turned around to leave, but he stopped her directly: "Are you afraid of me?"

A hint of a smirk was hidden in Mo Liufeng's tone.

Gu Lingzhi stopped in her tracks, raised her eyes, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Afraid? I've never been afraid of the Ninth Prince, so why would I be afraid of you? While the Prince and I were fighting on the battlefield, the Fourth Prince was probably still in the arms of a beautiful woman!"

Mo Liufeng shook the folding fan in his hand, and the flowers around him were not as beautiful as his face: "What you said is really interesting. As a prince of noble birth, it is only natural for me to enjoy myself in the capital."

Hearing this, Gu Lingzhi felt inexplicably angry.

Her brows furrowed, and she sneered, "No wonder the world is going to the dogs. With royalty like you leading the way, all the blood and sweat of the soldiers who work hard on the battlefield are wasted!"

Mo Liufeng sensed her anger.

A pair of peach blossom eyes, shimmering with countless lights, concealed an extremely cold emotion.

With a gentle wave of the folding fan, a cold wind was stirred up, making people's hearts even more indifferent.

"Is that so? That's really unfortunate. Besides, not all princes are as lucky as Ninth Prince."

He uttered this ambiguous statement with a faint smile.

Gu Lingzhi stared at Mo Liufeng's eyes in surprise; this man also gave her an emotion that she couldn't see through.

What kind of good luck was he referring to? Could it be the good luck that allowed Mo Jiuxiao to go to the battlefield?

What kind of good thing is this?

She had more doubts about Mo Liufeng, though they only flashed through her mind for a moment.

"Could it be that the Fourth Prince also wants to go to the battlefield?"

She narrowed her eyes, as if trying to see through it.

But to everyone's surprise, Mo Liufeng covered his chin with his fan and chuckled softly: "Do you think someone as frail as me, a mere scholar who only knows how to compose poems, can fight and battle with people?"

A glint of light flashed in Gu Lingzhi's eyes: "I've heard that there's a military strategist named Bai Lianchuan on the border, whose wisdom is unparalleled. Even though he doesn't go to the battlefield, he has made countless contributions. Is it possible that Your Highness, Fourth Prince, is afraid to go?"

Mo Liufeng sighed and spoke to her as if it were a casual chat.

He slightly raised his chin, a profound meaning hidden in his eyes: "If I had that strategist's abilities, I wouldn't be staying in the capital, relying on others for survival."

Currently, there are only two princes in the entire capital city. The third prince is all-powerful, while the fourth prince has no power or influence.

After the Crown Prince's downfall, although the current emperor has not yet appointed a new Crown Prince, everyone has already agreed that the Crown Prince will definitely be the Third Prince.

Therefore, Mo Liufeng has no position he can compete for.

"Your Highness, what if... the Prince and I could help you ascend the throne?"

Her words made Mo Liufeng narrow his eyes instantly: "I am neither talented nor virtuous. Even if I were given a vast empire, I could not bear it. How could it compare to the carefree and unrestrained life I enjoy now, amidst the romance and beauty of nature?"

He was still smiling, his expression unchanged, but Gu Lingzhi vaguely sensed that he had touched her.

The reason he said that was, of course, to prevent her from testing him.

Such words cannot be spoken lightly, but Gu Lingzhi pressed him directly, asking, "Does the Fourth Prince truly have no interest in the throne? If that is the case, then it is a pity."

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes obscuring the glint in her eyes: "The prince and I are destined not to gain the third prince's approval, and a life-or-death situation is inevitable in the future. But at this time, there is no prince to support us as a figurehead, and I'm afraid the prince will also lose the initiative."

Mo Liufeng's eyes were clearly shaken by her words.

"What do you mean?"

Gu Lingzhi slightly curved the corners of her lips, her eyes filled with a strong sense of temptation: "Naturally, we want to bring the Fourth Prince onto our side, so that we can live and die together, sharing both honor and disgrace in the future."

The smile on Mo Liufeng's face had disappeared.

He seemed to be hesitating about something, his hand gripping the fan slowly tightening: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Would I lie to you about something so important? And what good would it do me or the prince if I lied to you?"

She paused, then suddenly touched her chin, as if she had thought of something: "I wonder if it would be convenient for the Fourth Prince to answer a question? Do you know if there is a person named Mo Ying in the capital?"