SFS Chapter 1476 Jerky
Chapter 1476 Jerky
No sooner had he finished speaking than a servant's loud voice came from outside the door, carrying a hint of caution and reluctance.
"Lord Mo, we've arrived!"
The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.
As soon as the announcement was made, a steady but slightly unfamiliar series of footsteps came from outside the mansion.
All eyes turned to the doorway, and after a moment, a tall and imposing man in a brocade robe walked in.
His face bore a resemblance to Mo Ziyu's, but he lacked the youthful freshness and instead possessed a world-weary and aloof air.
It was none other than Mo Lingyue, the former city lord of Jingcheng.
As soon as he entered, his gaze swept across the entire room, finally landing on Mo Ziyu beside Zhan Miao. His eyes paused slightly, as if there was something complicated about them.
However, everyone's attention was more focused on the woman beside him.
The woman wore a delicate pink dress, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, and her eyes and brows showed a hint of timid fragility, yet also a subtle hint of smugness.
She gently took Mo Lingyue's arm, her posture intimate, appearing perfectly justified.
When Mo Ziyu saw this, her face turned even paler, her small body trembled slightly, and she bit her lip tightly to keep her tears from falling.
Lin Yiwan was furious at the sight and immediately said coldly, "Lord Mo is in quite a mood. He left Jingcheng without a word, abandoning the princess and his young child. Now he returns with a beauty, and she is even pregnant."
These words were extremely hurtful.
Mo Lingyue frowned slightly, clearly not expecting to be contradicted like this as soon as he entered the door. However, when he saw Lin Yiwan and Zhan Yan's identities, he suppressed his displeasure and said lightly, "I have my own difficulties. Jingcheng is unstable now, and as the city lord, I naturally have to come back to take charge of the overall situation."
Zhan Miao stepped forward, protecting Mo Ziyu even more tightly. His voice was cold and devoid of any warmth: "What do you mean by presiding over the overall situation? City Lord Mo must be mistaken. When you abandoned the city and Jingcheng was in chaos, it was Princess Youyi who held up the city despite being a woman."
“Ziyu was young and almost harmed by villains. It was the people of Jingcheng and I who protected this city and the position of city lord. We were waiting for a city lord with a sense of responsibility, not someone who abandoned his wife and children and only came back to reap the rewards now that things are stable.”
Her words were clear and sharp, each sentence piercing the heart, showing no mercy whatsoever.
Mo Lingyue's face darkened: "Miss Zhan, it's not your place to interfere in my family affairs."
Zhan Yan sneered, stepped forward, and unleashed his full aura of power: "My Zhan Yi Marquis's Mansion has protected Yi, Ziyu, and Jingcheng these past few days, risking their lives to eliminate the rebels and stabilize the city. Now you think you can erase everything by calling me an outsider? Mo Lingyue, do you deserve to sit in this position of city lord?"
Mo Lingyue was speechless for a moment after being rebuked.
The pregnant woman beside him gently tugged at his sleeve at the opportune moment, speaking softly and weakly, her eyes reddening as if she had suffered a great injustice: "Ling Yue, forget it, we just got back, don't upset everyone. I'm fine, the baby is fine, it's just that I can't help but think about how difficult things will be in this mansion in the future!"
She would choke off halfway through her sentence, which ironically stirred a man's protective instincts.
Mo Lingyue felt a pang of heartache, his face growing even colder as he looked at everyone: "This is the love of my life. Now she is carrying the child of my Mo family, and she is the mistress of the City Lord's Mansion. From now on, no one in this mansion can make things difficult for her."
Upon hearing this, Mo Ziyu could no longer hold back, and tears finally streamed down his face. His eyes were red, and his voice trembled yet remained defiant:
"Then what about my mother? What is she? And what am I?"
The young man's question struck a chord deep within people's hearts.
The entire room fell silent.
Mo Lingyue's eyes flickered, avoiding Mo Ziyu's gaze, and his tone was stiff: "Your mother should be magnanimous!"
With just one sentence, Mo Ziyu trembled violently with anger.
The figure that had just arrived also suddenly shook violently.
Princess Youyi never expected that Mo Lingyue would return like this.
Seeing the frail woman standing beside him, tears suddenly streamed down her face.
She gritted her teeth and accused, "Mo Lingyue, why do you have to say such hurtful things? How can I be magnanimous? As a noblewoman of the royal family, how can I tolerate such humiliation from you?"
Mo Lingyue's arm, which was protecting Wen Wanqing, did not move an inch.
The chill emanating from him, which had just been directed at the servants in the manor who dared to disrespect Wen Wanqing, now subtly shifted its focus, landing on the red-eyed boy before him and the tearful Princess Youyi.
Wen Wanqing nestled in his arms, slightly raising her eyes. A few faint damp spots clung to her long eyelashes, and her face was as pale as frightening silver paper.
One hand gently pressed on her lower abdomen, while the other hand quietly gripped Mo Lingyue's sleeve, her fingertips trembling slightly, looking frightened yet trying to suppress her emotions.
"Ling Yue!" Her voice was as soft as a wisp of smoke, tinged with fear: "It's my fault. If it weren't for me, the city lord wouldn't have developed a grudge against the princess and the young city lord. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come. I'll leave now to avoid making everyone unhappy!"
As she spoke, she struggled to get up from Mo Lingyue's arms, her steps unsteady, as if she were about to faint at any moment.
Mo Lingyue immediately tightened his arms around her, protecting her firmly. The heartache between his brows was almost overflowing. His tone was gentler than ever before, completely different from the coldness he had shown to Princess Youyi and her child: "What nonsense are you talking about? This is the City Lord's Mansion. You are my person, Mo Lingyue, and you are carrying the flesh and blood of the Mo family. Who would dare to let you leave?"
Wen Wanqing bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening even more, but she dared not speak again. She only glanced timidly at Mo Ziyu, her eyes filled with fear and a hint of grievance. In Mo Lingyue's eyes, this appeared as the young man being aggressive, frightening the person he cherished.
As Mo Ziyu watched this scene unfold, his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an icy hand, the pain almost suffocating him.
He knew from a young age that his father had always been good to his mother, so why did his father suddenly fall in love with someone else?
He clearly remembered that when he was a child, he had fallen and scraped his knee, and his father had silently carried him on his back.
When he was injured during his first sword practice, his father personally applied medicine to his wounds.
He believed that even if the two no longer had deep affection for each other, their blood ties would still remain.
But now, her father has brought home a woman, and with just a few words, he has casually dismissed his and her mother's existence of more than ten years as a pretext for being magnanimous.
“My mother is Princess Youyi of the Sheng Dynasty. She was personally betrothed by my father and married into the City Lord’s Mansion in a grand and glorious manner!” Mo Ziyu stepped forward. The young man was still thin, but his back was straight.
Tears were still streaming down his face, but his voice carried a defiant determination: "I am the rightful young city lord of the city lord's mansion! What gives you the right to tell her she should be magnanimous? What makes us suffer such injustice?"
"presumptuous!"
Mo Lingyue shouted sternly, his eyes suddenly sharp as knives as he swept towards Mo Ziyu.
This rebuke was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, freezing Mo Ziyu's entire body stiff.