jdhmnovel Chapter 1478 Inheritance
Chapter 1478 Inheritance
"Who wants to compete with you for power?" Mo Ziyu roared, his eyes red. "Everything in this City Lord's Mansion belongs to me! I am the young city lord, the rightful heir. You are the outsider!"
“Look, the young city lord’s agitation only confirms his dissatisfaction.” Wen Wanqing lowered her head, looking frightened.
She secretly glanced at Mo Lingyue, a sly glint in her eyes that vanished in an instant. "When I was unconscious just now, I vaguely heard the young city lord say that if the child in my womb was born, he would send him away, and even harm the child. I can't believe that the young city lord, at such a young age, would have such a vicious thought?"
"I never said that!" Mo Ziyu was so angry that he trembled all over. He rushed forward to argue, but was stopped by the guards beside him.
Looking at Wen Wanqing's pale and frightened appearance, and then at Mo Ziyu's excited and furious state, Mo Lingyue's heart had already been completely tipped in his favor.
In his eyes, the weak and helpless Wen Wanqing was telling the truth, while Mo Ziyu, who was vehemently defending himself, was wicked and intolerant of his younger siblings.
“Mo Ziyu.” Mo Lingyue spoke, his voice cold and devoid of warmth. Every word was like an ice pick piercing the boy’s heart. “You are narrow-minded, intolerant of your brothers, and vicious. You intend to harm your unborn child. Such a person is not worthy to be the young city lord.”
He is not worthy to be the young city lord.
Seven words shattered all of Mo Ziyu's pride and expectations.
He stared blankly at his father, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
From a young age, he aimed to become a city lord like his father, practicing diligently day and night, striving to one day be able to support the city lord's mansion and earn his father's respect.
But now, because of a woman's false accusation, his father told him personally that he was not worthy.
"From this day forward," Mo Lingyue continued, his tone resolute, leaving no room for negotiation, "your position as Young City Lord is hereby revoked, and you are confined to Lan Yue Pavilion for life, forbidden from leaving without imperial decree. From now on, all affairs of the manor will be managed by Wanqing. Anyone who dares to disobey will be opposing me, Mo Lingyue!"
The position of Young City Lord was abolished.
Lifetime ban from the house.
This was more painful for Mo Ziyu than taking his life.
Princess Youyi staggered back a step, her face as pale as paper, her eyes vacant, as if all life had been drained away in an instant.
The son she had painstakingly raised, the son on whom she had placed all her hopes, was thus easily stripped of his identity and imprisoned by his own father.
All because of a woman of unknown origin and cunning.
"Mo Lingyue, how cruel you are!" Princess Youyi's voice was hoarse, tears silently streaming down her face. "You will regret this, you will regret this one day! Today you abandoned your wife and children for a wicked woman, and wronged your own children. In the future, you will surely be abandoned by everyone and die a terrible death!"
"Outrageous!" Mo Lingyue roared. "Guards, escort the princess back to her palace. She is not to leave without orders! Take Mo Ziyu to Lanyue Pavilion and keep him under strict guard. No one is allowed to visit him!"
The guards dared not disobey and stepped forward to restrain Mo Ziyu.
The boy struggled stubbornly, refusing to give in. He stared intently at Mo Lingyue, at the gentle and innocent-looking Wen Wanqing in his arms, tears streaming down his face, yet a fierce hatred burned in his eyes.
“Mo Lingyue,” he said, his voice hoarse but firm, “Today you believe her but not me, today you cripple me and imprison me, but one day I will prove my innocence! I want to see how long this woman can be so smug!”
"How dare you be so insolent!" Mo Lingyue's face turned ashen.
Mo Ziyu stopped looking at him and let the guards drag him away. His gaze remained fixed on Wen Wanqing, his eyes filled with hatred, pain, resentment, and a resolute determination to take revenge in the future.
Wen Wanqing leaned against Mo Lingyue's chest, her hands hanging by her sides slowly clenching, a barely perceptible cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.
From this moment on, the world of the City Lord's Mansion is about to change.
The guards dragged him with a force so rough it was almost humiliating. Mo Ziyu's thin body staggered, his straight spine almost bent under the pressure, yet he still refused to lower his head.
With each step he was dragged out, his gaze was fixed on Wen Wanqing, the hatred and resentment surging in his eyes almost tearing apart her feigned weakness.
Wen Wanqing nestled in Mo Lingyue's arms, her eyes lowered to conceal the fleeting smugness and ruthlessness in them. She gently stroked her lower abdomen, her voice soft enough to melt water: "Lingyue, I'm really afraid of the young city lord's appearance. Will he really harm my child in the future?"
Mo Lingyue tightened his grip on her arm, his cold gaze sweeping over Mo Ziyu as she was being dragged away. His tone was devoid of any pity: "With me here, he won't be able to touch you in the slightest. I will have people guarding Lanyue Pavilion closely, not even a fly will be able to get out. He can forget about causing trouble for the rest of his life."
These words, like poisoned ice needles, pierced Mo Ziyu's heart.
He suddenly broke free from the guards, roaring hoarsely, "Mo Lingyue! You'll regret this! I'm your own son! You believed this poisonous woman's lies and ruined me with your own hands!"
"This is outrageous!" Mo Lingyue roared. "What are you all standing there for? Take him away immediately and keep him under strict guard! Anyone who dares to show favoritism will be punished along with him!"
The guards dared not hold back any longer, and dragged Mo Ziyu towards Lan Yue Pavilion. The boy's cries and questions gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing into the depths of the courtyard.
Princess Youyi collapsed to the ground, tears blurring her face. Her former noble bearing had been crushed by despair. She stared at Mo Lingyue, each word dripping with anguish: "More than a decade of marriage, several years of father-son affection—are they so cheap in your eyes? Mo Lingyue, how could you face me, how could you face our ancestors?"
Mo Lingyue frowned, his eyes filled with impatience: "If the princess continues to spout nonsense, don't blame me for disregarding the royal family's reputation. Wanqing is pregnant and cannot be disturbed. If you behave yourself, I will still give you some face."
Princess Youyi gave a bitter laugh, her laughter shrill: "My son has been deposed, and I have been humiliated like this by you. What dignity do I still have? Wen Wanqing, you poisonous woman, I will definitely expose your true colors and ruin your reputation!"
Wen Wanqing trembled and timidly hid in Mo Lingyue's arms, her eyes reddening: "Lingyue, I didn't mean it. I just want to live a peaceful life. Why can't the princess tolerate me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she clutched her chest and coughed lightly, her face growing paler as if she were overcome with anger.
Mo Lingyue interrupted Princess Youyi sternly: "Enough! Guards, take the princess back to her palace. Without my order, she is not to step out of her room! Anyone who dares to let her have contact with Wanqing will be flogged to death!"
The guards stepped forward and dragged Princess Youyi away, half-supporting and half-carrying her.
The princess's resentful curses and tears ultimately failed to move Mo Lingyue in the slightest.
The courtyard finally returned to silence, leaving only Mo Lingyue and Wen Wanqing.
Mo Lingyue looked down at the frail woman in his arms, his tone instantly softening to the point of melting: "Wanqing, I'm sorry you had to suffer like this, you were frightened."