freenovelworld Chapter 1477 Conflict
Chapter 1477 Conflict
He had never seen his father look at him like that before; there was no warmth between father and son in his eyes, only impatience and coldness after being disobeyed.
Wen Wanqing coughed lightly twice at the right moment, her body trembled slightly, her face turned even paler, and her small hands tightly gripped Mo Lingyue's clothes.
Her voice was weak: "Ling Yue, don't be harsh with the young city lord. It's understandable that the young city lord is angry because he is young. But, but can we settle down for the time being?"
Mo Lingyue quickly grasped her hand: "Of course you can. This place was originally your home. You can come with me to live in the main courtyard, and I will take care of you personally!"
The two left together, leaving everyone else with cold, solemn expressions.
Even though Mo Ziyu was heartbroken, his first priority was to comfort his even more devastated mother.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Mother, from now on, your son will be your strong support. You don't need to be sad for your father who betrayed you, because he is not worth it at all!"
Princess Youyi hugged his arm tightly and sobbed, "Ziyu, I'm sorry, Mother has made you suffer!"
Mo Ziyu looked at Zhan Miao and Zhan Yan: "Grandfather-in-law, Grandmother-in-law, Ziyu wants to handle this matter himself, okay?"
The three expressed their great trust in him: "Okay, we believe in Ziyu!"
As night fell, Wen Wanqing's cries suddenly broke the silence of the city lord's mansion.
Mo Lingyue comforted her with a gloomy and unpleasant expression, and summoned Princess Youyi and Mo Ziyu to his presence that very night.
He asked coldly, "Mo Ziyu, what have you done to Wan Qing?"
Mo Ziyu frowned and looked at him: "Are you trying to frame me?"
At this moment, Wen Wanqing timidly spoke up: "Just now in the courtyard, I accidentally saw the young city lord's servant put something into my medicine for pregnancy. I dared not say anything, for fear that the young city lord would think that I was deliberately trying to sow discord!"
After he finished speaking, the courtyard fell into a deathly silence.
Princess Youyi's expression changed drastically, and she shouted angrily, "You're talking nonsense! Ziyu has always been kind and virtuous, how could he do such a despicable thing? You vile woman, you've only just entered the manor and you dare to spread rumors and frame the young master!"
Wen Wanqing lowered her head, looking like she had suffered a great injustice but dared not argue back. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Princess, please calm down. I did not frame you. I was just scared. I still have the medicine. If you don't believe me, you can have someone investigate. The child in my womb is also Ling Yue's flesh and blood. If the young city lord cannot tolerate him, he can just say so. Why use such insidious methods?"
Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, until finally her body went limp and she fainted in Mo Lingyue's arms.
"Wanqing!" Mo Lingyue's expression changed drastically. He reached out and firmly embraced her. His fingertips touched her slightly cool cheek, and his heart clenched instantly. The ferocity in his eyes almost overflowed. He turned to look at Mo Ziyu, his eyes icy cold and devoid of any warmth. "Did you do this?"
Mo Ziyu was completely stunned. He never imagined that this seemingly weak and pitiful woman would open her mouth and use such dirty means to frame him!
"I didn't! I have no idea about any herbal medicine! I've never let anyone touch your things!" Mo Ziyu shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his face as he pointed at Wen Wanqing, his voice trembling. "She's lying! She's deliberately framing me! I really didn't! I wouldn't stoop to such dirty and despicable means!"
Mo Lingyue sneered. Wen Wanqing, who was in his arms, frowned slightly, as if she was not at ease even in her unconscious state. This further fueled his anger: "Still dare to argue? She is six months pregnant and her body is weak. Why would she want to frame you? You were rude to her just now and were full of dissatisfaction. Now that this has happened, you think you can wash your hands of it without saying a word?"
"I spoke rudely?" Mo Ziyu laughed, his tears flowing even more fiercely. "You brought her back first, you hurt me and Mother first! She's the outsider, she's the one who destroyed our family! Father, why can't you understand?"
"Enough!" Mo Lingyue interrupted him sharply. "If a son is not taught, it is the father's fault. Your narrow-mindedness and wicked intentions are due to my excessive indulgence. From today onwards, you are confined to Lan Yue Pavilion. Without my permission, you are not allowed to step out!"
confined to one's home.
He was to be confined to his home by his own father simply because of a woman's casual accusation.
Mo Ziyu stared blankly at Mo Lingyue, seeing his eyes filled with the unconscious woman in his arms, seeing that the affection he had shown her over the years had vanished, and felt as if the blood in his body had turned cold.
Princess Youyi rushed forward, standing in front of Mo Ziyu, her face blurred with tears, yet still bearing the pride and resolve of a royal noblewoman: "Mo Lingyue! You can't do this to him! Ziyu is your son, the son I, Youyi, risked my life to give birth to! For a woman of unknown origin, you're going to wrong your own flesh and blood, to confine him to his quarters. How can you face the love I once had for you?"
Back then, she was a princess of noble birth, who admired him as a young hero. Despite opposition from the court, she insisted on marrying him off to the Jingcheng City Lord's Mansion.
She humbled herself, learned to manage the affairs of the household, bore him children, and provided him with a stable home front.
More than a decade of dedication and waiting, and in the end, all I got was the words, "You should be more magnanimous."
In return, he wanted to throw her son into the abyss without asking any questions, all for the sake of another woman.
"What happened back then is long gone." Mo Lingyue avoided her gaze, his tone stiff and cold. "I, the city lord, am willing to hold this against you because you are a princess and the mother of Ziyu. But if you continue to indulge your son's misbehavior, don't blame me for disregarding our past relationship."
"Past affection?" Princess Youyi laughed, a shrill laugh filled with sorrow. "Between us, what affection have we ever shared? Mo Lingyue, ask yourself honestly, have you ever been even slightly sincere towards me? You were the one who betrayed our relationship first, keeping a mistress outside!"
She pointed at Wen Wanqing, tears streaming down her face: "I won't stop you from falling in love with someone else, and I can even tolerate you taking her into your household! But you shouldn't have wronged my son for her sake, and you shouldn't have let him suffer such humiliation! The child in her womb is your flesh and blood, but isn't Ziyu yours too? In your heart, what are we, mother and son, really?"
"Princess, be careful what you say!" Mo Lingyue's face was cold and stern. "Wanqing is no ordinary person. She is the love of my life, and the child in her womb is a direct descendant of the Mo family. In the future, he will be the rightful heir of the City Lord's Mansion, and no one can touch him!"
"orthodox?"
A weak yet mocking voice rang out. Wen Wanqing slowly opened her eyes and woke up from Mo Lingyue's embrace. She leaned against his chest, her eyes soft, but every word she uttered was aimed at Mo Ziyu and Princess Youyi.
"Princess, please don't blame Ling Yue for being heartless. It's just that there can't be any treacherous people in this manor." She gently raised her hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Her tone was gentle, yet every word was piercing: "I know the young city lord is dissatisfied, feeling that I stole his position and fearing that my unborn child will compete with him for power in the future. But I have never thought of these things. I only want to give birth to my child safely and live a peaceful life!"