EBE Chapter 1479 Trembling
Chapter 1479 Trembling
Wen Wanqing raised her tearful eyes, reached out and gently stroked Mo Lingyue's cheek, her voice tender and affectionate: "As long as I can stay by Lingyue's side and protect our child, I don't care how much I suffer. It's just that with the young city lord and the princess like this, I'm afraid there will be no peace in the manor in the future."
Her words were soft, yet every word was provocative, portraying Mo Ziyu and his mother as treacherous villains.
Mo Lingyue's eyes darkened, and he said coldly, "With me here, no one can hurt you. From now on, you will be in charge of the household affairs of the City Lord's Mansion, and all servants will be under your command. Anyone who dares to disobey will be dealt with directly."
Wen Wanqing was overjoyed, but on the surface she still looked flattered and shook her head gently: "I can't do it. I don't know how to do these things. What if I don't do it well? Wouldn't that make things difficult for Ling Yue?"
“If I say you can do it, then you can do it.” Mo Lingyue held her hand, his tone firm. “You are a meritorious member of the Mo family, carrying my child. The position of mistress of the City Lord’s Mansion should rightfully belong to you.”
Wen Wanqing lowered her eyes, concealing the ambition and scheming in them, and softly replied, "It's all up to Ling Yue's arrangements."
What she wanted was not just the position of mistress, but the power of the entire city lord's mansion, and the utter destruction of Mo Ziyu and his mother.
Now that the young city lord has been deposed and the princess is imprisoned, no one in the entire city lord's mansion can rival her, and her plan can truly begin.
That night, Lanyue Pavilion became a magnificent cage.
The doors and windows were locked tight, and the courtyard was surrounded by guards sent by Mo Lingyue, with sentries every three steps and even servants who brought water and food were thoroughly searched. Mo Ziyu was locked in the deepest part of the attic, where not even a ray of sunlight could be seen.
The boy curled up on the cold bed, his eyes red and swollen, his tears long since dried. His father's heartlessness and Wen Wanqing's false accusations during the day were like the sharpest blades, tearing his heart apart again and again.
From a young age, he respected and admired his father, regarding him as a hero, and striving with all his might to become like him. But now, he realized that in his father's heart, he was not even as important as a scheming and vicious woman and the unborn child in her womb.
"Why, why don't you believe me?" Mo Ziyu muttered to himself, his fingertips digging deep into his palms, oblivious to the blood seeping out.
恨。
A boundless hatred surged wildly from the depths of his heart, burning away all his innocence and hope.
He hated Wen Wanqing's vicious heart, hated her for using dirty tricks to frame him and destroy everything he had. He hated Mo Lingyue even more for his favoritism and ruthlessness, hated him for abandoning his wife and children for his new love, disregarding blood ties.
"Wen Wanqing, Mo Lingyue!" Mo Ziyu raised his head, his eyes devoid of any youthful innocence, filled only with icy hatred and resolve: "The pain you inflicted on me today, I will repay a thousandfold in the future! I will expose all of Wen Wanqing's pretenses and make you pay a terrible price!"
He would not admit defeat so easily, nor would he allow Wen Wanqing to be so arrogant and rampant.
Meanwhile, in Princess Youyi's confined palace, all was equally silent.
The princess sat before her dressing table, gazing at her haggard reflection in the mirror, tears silently streaming down her face. She recalled the joy she felt when she married into Jingcheng, the forbearance of living as a widow for over a decade, and the despair she felt when her son was deposed; her heart ached as if it were being torn apart.
She is not reconciled.
She is Princess Shengchao Youyi. How could she allow a lowly and wicked woman to ride roughshod over her, ruining her son and her life?
"Someone come here!" Princess Youyi suddenly spoke, her voice filled with a resolute determination.
The guard outside the door responded coldly: "What are your orders, Princess? The city lord has decreed that the princess is not allowed to summon servants at will."
Princess Youyi stood up and rushed to the door: "I want to see the city lord! I have evidence against Wen Wanqing! I can prove that she framed Ziyu! Go and inform her immediately!"
The guard's tone was completely calm: "Princess, you don't need to waste your energy. The city lord has instructed that whatever you say should not be reported. The city lord is wholeheartedly protecting Miss Wanqing and will not see you."
Princess Youyi froze, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
He wouldn't even let her see him; Mo Lingyue had truly become so heartless towards her and her son.
Tears welled up again, and the princess leaned against the door, her tears slowly falling. In her despair, a sliver of obsession rekindled within her.
Unable to find Mo Lingyue, she decided to find her own way. Wen Wanqing had gone to such lengths that she must have left a trace. As long as she could find evidence, she could expose Wen Wanqing's disguise and save her son.
Meanwhile, the main courtyard of the city lord's mansion was brightly lit.
Wen Wanqing sat on the soft couch, looking at the ledgers and keys laid out before her, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips. In just one day, she had gone from an unknown woman to the mistress of the entire city lord's mansion, wielding power and enjoying boundless glory.
Linglong, the personal maid, stood respectfully to the side and whispered, "Miss, everything has been handled according to your arrangements. The bowl of spiked pregnancy-preserving medicine has been properly disposed of, leaving no evidence whatsoever. The young city lord and the princess are under house arrest, and none of the servants in the manor dare to object. From now on, the city lord's manor will be under your control."
Wen Wanqing gently stroked her lower abdomen, her eyes filled with malice: "This is only the beginning. As long as Mo Ziyu and Princess Youyi are alive, I will not be at ease. They are a hidden danger and must be eliminated completely so that my child can sit firmly in the position of city lord in the future."
Linglong felt a chill run down her spine and replied in a low voice, "You are wise, young lady. However, the young city lord and the princess are, after all, the city lord's wife and children. If we act directly, it may arouse the city lord's suspicion."
Wen Wanqing sneered: "Mo Lingyue is now completely infatuated with me, and he believes everything I say. With just a little trick, I can make him give up on Mo Ziyu and her son completely, and make him push that mother and son into hell with his own hands."
She had already laid a trap, waiting for the right moment to ensure that Mo Ziyu and Princess Youyi would never be able to turn their lives around.
The next morning, Wen Wanqing, dressed in a magnificent gown and surrounded by servants, began to manage the affairs of the mansion.
She appeared weak, but her methods were ruthless and decisive. She dealt with the disobedient servants in the mansion one by one, and installed her own confidants, thus completely taking control of the city lord's mansion.
The news quickly reached Lanyue Pavilion.
When Mo Ziyu learned that Wen Wanqing had actually taken over the household, he trembled with rage and slammed his fist against the wall, his knuckles aching. Staring at the tightly closed doors and windows, his hatred intensified.
He knew that Wen Wanqing would not let this go, and that even more vicious schemes awaited him and his mother.
He cannot sit idly by and wait for his death.
Mo Ziyu suppressed his anger and despair and began to think calmly.
Wen Wanqing falsely accused him of adding something to the pregnancy-preserving medicine, but she couldn't produce any solid evidence. She only relied on Mo Lingyue's biased belief, which was the biggest flaw in her case.
And her maid Linglong must know all the inside information.
If we can contact a loyal servant, find evidence, or turn Linglong against Wen Wanqing, we can expose Wen Wanqing's lies.
But now he is under strict guard and can't even leave his room, so how can he contact outsiders?
Just as Mo Ziyu was at his wit's end, a very faint wolf howl suddenly came from outside the window.
Is this Zhan Xiaobai?