SFS Chapter 1480 Obsession
Chapter 1480 Obsession
Hope instantly ignited in Mo Ziyu's eyes. He quickly walked to the window and responded in a low voice.
A moment later, a dark figure silently climbed through the window and entered. Who else could it be but Zhan Miao?
She asked with concern, "Ziyu, what exactly happened? Why are you and your mother both under house arrest?"
The moment Mo Ziyu saw her, he immediately rushed into her arms.
It is said that men do not easily shed tears, but he could not control his sadness when facing Aunt Miao, who loved him dearly.
He sobbed sadly, "Aunt Miao, Father has wronged me. I clearly did not poison that woman, but he insisted on believing my side of the story and even wanted to strip me of my right to inherit the title of Young City Lord. That's bad enough, but how could he be so heartless as to lock Mother up as well?"
A chilling glint flashed in Zhan Miao's eyes; she hadn't expected Mo Lingyue to be so ruthless and heartless.
She couldn't help but scold, "Has he lost his mind? How could Jingcheng be so peaceful without you?"
Mo Ziyu said with a wronged expression, "Aunt Miao, I overestimated my abilities. I thought I could handle this matter well, but when my father criticized me, I just felt so sad!"
Zhan Miao felt sorry for him, that he had to go through such a life change at such a young age.
She asked softly, "Have you thought it through? How do you plan to expose Wen Wanqing's true colors?"
Mo Ziyu calmed down instantly, wiped away his tears, and said, "Aunt Miao, can you find a way to bring her maid Linglong to my side? I want to turn her against me!"
Zhan Miao nodded without hesitation: "It's a piece of cake, leave it to me and Zhan Xiaobai!"
After saying that, the man and the wolf immediately darted out the window again.
The night was as dark as ink, and the wind in Jingcheng swept across the eaves with a chill.
Zhan Miao moved with the speed of a fleeting shadow, with Zhan Xiaobai close behind. Their four feet landed silently, and the man and the wolf quickly disappeared into the shadows of the city lord's mansion.
She had overheard everything clearly in Mo Ziyu's room. Wen Wanqing was nothing more than a mistress who had entered the mansion through her looks and scheming. Yet she dared to spread rumors and frame others in the city lord's mansion, even daring to touch Princess Youyi and Mo Ziyu. She was simply asking for trouble.
Mo Lingyue was blinded by beauty, unable to distinguish right from wrong, and so biased. She already disliked him, and now she was even less willing to show him any mercy.
Mo Ziyu, such a pure and sincere young man, was wronged to the point that his eyes reddened, and even his forced composure shattered. It pained her to see him like that.
This child has been close to her and dependent on her since he was a child. Now that he is desperate and has turned to her for help, she is willing to risk alarming the entire city of Jing to seek justice for him.
The Nuanxiang Pavilion on the west side of the main mansion is where Wen Wanqing currently resides.
This place was originally an unused side courtyard in the city lord's mansion, but now it has been decorated in an exquisite and luxurious style, exuding pampering everywhere.
Zhan Miao lay prone on the roof ridge, using the cover of night to take in the commotion in the courtyard. The Warm Fragrance Pavilion was brightly lit, and the soft, melodious laughter of women and the footsteps of servants could be faintly heard. The security was even tighter than in the main courtyard.
"Xiao Bai, keep an eye on that side gate on the east side, and wait for that maid named Linglong to come out." Zhan Miao lowered his voice and lightly tapped with his fingertip.
Zhan Xiaobai let out a very soft whimper, as if in agreement, his gray-blue wolf eyes shining brightly in the dark night, staring intently at the inconspicuous corner gate.
It followed Zhan Miao all over the country, and tracking and capturing people was already commonplace for it. This was nothing to mention.
Inside the Warm Fragrance Pavilion, Wen Wanqing was leaning back on a soft couch, with another maid massaging her legs, her face beaming with undisguised smugness.
"The city lord is truly enraged today, even reconsidering the young city lord's right to succession. Madam, you're in a safe position now," the maid said with a fawning smile.
Wen Wanqing smoothed the pearl hairpin in her hair, a cold smile playing on her lips: "That Mo Ziyu is just a child. Does he really think he can secure the position of young city lord just because of Princess Youyi? The city lord has long been tired of that cold-hearted princess, but he's too proud to depose her. Now that I'm pregnant, I'm the city lord's rightful new favorite. Sooner or later, I'll be the one calling the shots in this city lord's mansion."
She paused, her voice turning colder: "But that Mo Ziyu is stubborn, and the princess is not someone to be trifled with. Even though he's confined, it's hard to guarantee he won't secretly pull some tricks. What about Linglong? Have her keep a close eye on things, and report back immediately if there's any disturbance."
"Sister Linglong went to the small kitchen to get some snacks, saying that Madam gets hungry easily at night," the maid replied cautiously.
Wen Wanqing waved his hand: "Tell her to go and come back quickly, and to be careful so that nothing goes wrong."
Before long, a maid dressed in a light green dress, looking somewhat flustered, hurriedly walked out from the east side gate carrying a food box. It was Linglong.
She walked hurriedly, her head down, not daring to look around, as if she had something on her mind, and walked very fast.
The opportunity is coming!
Zhan Miao's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his figure floated out like a ghost.
Before Linglong could react, he reached out and gently slashed, the blade landing precisely on the back of her neck.
Linglong collapsed to the ground without even letting out a cry of surprise.
Zhan Miao reached out and steadily supported the person, then turned and disappeared into the shadows with them.
Zhan Xiaobai cautiously looked around to make sure no one noticed before quietly following behind.
In less than half an incense stick's time, Zhan Miao brought the unconscious Linglong back to the small courtyard where Mo Ziyu was confined.
She threw the person to the ground, then closed the window behind her. The candlelight inside flickered, making Mo Ziyu's face appear pale.
The boy had long since suppressed all his vulnerability; now, only calmness and sharpness remained in his eyes, showing no trace of his earlier tearful state.
"Aunt Miao, thank you for your hard work." Mo Ziyu stepped forward, her voice calm.
Zhan Miao nodded, then raised his hand and splashed a glass of cold water on Linglong's face.
The icy water jolted Linglong awake. She opened her eyes blankly, took in the unfamiliar surroundings, and then saw Zhan Miao with his cold expression and Mo Ziyu with his deep gaze. She was instantly terrified, her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, trembling all over.
"Young, Young City Lord, what are you doing?" Linglong's voice trembled, and her teeth chattered.
"I am a servant of Miss Wen. If you arrest me, the city lord will be angry!"
Mo Ziyu looked down at her, his gaze as cold as ice: "Angry? I was wrongly accused of poisoning, stripped of my position as the young city lord, and confined to my quarters along with my mother. When your master slandered me to the city lord, did you not consider whether I would be angry?"
Linglong's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she kowtowed repeatedly: "Young City Lord, spare me! Young City Lord, spare me! This servant didn't know anything! It was all Miss Wen's idea. This servant is just a servant, I dared not disobey!"
Mo Ziyu sneered and slowly walked up to her: "Since you know she framed you, why didn't you report it to the city lord? You've been with her for a long time, you know better than anyone what she's done. That so-called evidence of poisoning was fabricated by her, wasn't it?"