Chapter 265

Her address to him changed from Mo Lingyuan to Young Marshal, her tone was indifferent and alienated, and she refused people thousands of miles away, even her body language was full of guard.

Mo Lingyuan waved his sleeves and left angrily.

Staring darkly at Uncle Li lying in a pool of blood, his voice sank: "Take him to the dungeon!"

In the dark dungeon, Uncle Li, who had lost a lot of blood, was lying on the ground, crying miserably: "Young Marshal, if you don't want Young Madam to die, you should divorce her as soon as possible."

Mo Lingyuan laughed angrily, "When will it be your turn to take care of this handsome matter? This handsome looks at you for the sake of serving my mother with all your heart, and I respect you as Uncle Li. Is it possible that you really think you are Is this Shuai's direct relative an elder?"

Uncle Li twitched, unwilling to reconcile: "If you still think of Madam in your heart, you shouldn't be with Young Madam, the governor said..."

Mo Lingyuan interrupted him angrily: "I thought you were devoted to my mother, but I didn't expect you to be my father's man. You have been lurking in my young marshal's mansion for so many years, and you are really hiding it.

The assassination of Yunyao this time is the will of my father, right? "

Li Bo was silent.

Mo Lingyuan kicked over the table and chairs in front of him, "I dare not ask anything from you, so let me leave you as a dead body."

Blood flowed from Uncle Li's mouth, and his voice was indistinct: "Young Marshal, I won't tell you the truth, just because I'm afraid that you will be in a dilemma. You should listen to the old slave's advice and get rid of Young Madam, and get married with Young Madam as soon as possible." Let’s draw the line.

From now on, the two of you will go back to the road, and whatever happens, you will not easily involve your feelings.

She is the prostitute daughter of the Chu family and Chu Qingze's daughter, so she is at odds with you. "

Hearing this, Mo Lingyuan's tall body slowly squatted down, "In my Young Marshal's Mansion, besides you, how many other people were arranged by the Marshal Father?"

No wonder the last time he took all of Zeng Jiali's death on himself, his father just snorted coldly, not believing it.

Uncle Li shook his head: "Except for the old slave, nothing else."

"Really?" Mo Lingyuan stood up, "In that case, I really can't keep you."

As soon as Mo Lingyuan took two steps, he was about to finish off Uncle Li's guards when he called out, "Young commander, he bit his tongue and killed himself."

Mo Lingyuan turned around and stared fixedly at the old man who would never rest in peace until his death, feeling inexplicable.

"Take it to the Governor's Mansion, and return the body to the commander-in-chief."

Mo Lingyuan strode out of the dungeon without looking back.

According to Mo Lingyuan's request, the housekeeper summoned all the guards and servants to the courtyard, waiting anxiously for Mo Lingyuan's fate.

Mo Lingyuan stood in front of this group of familiar faces, paced back and forth, and stood still.

His sharp eyes swept across the crowd, and his tone was cool: "Do you know why I asked you to gather here at this time?"

Mo Lingyuan nodded his chin to the stretcher carried out by the guards not far away.

Uncle Li lying on it was covered in blood and had already passed away. A bloody arm bitten by a white mink hung down. The bright red blood spilled on the bluestone slab in the yard, exuding a strong rusty and salty smell.

It looked horrible.

Some timid servants who couldn't stand it had already covered their mouths that were about to gag and closed their eyes.

Mo Lingyuan's voice was as cold as ice: "I'll put my ugly words first, you are all people I brought from the Governor's Mansion to serve my mother, but there are those who are loyal to my father and my mother.

No matter what you did to the Young Marshal's Mansion secretly in the past, I can let it go, but you have to stand up and leave the Young Marshal's Mansion.

In the future, whenever I find out that someone is tipping off the news.

The end will be 10,000 times more miserable than this, and the elders and grandchildren will be affected, and the nine clans will be implicated..."