Reborn on the wedding night, the regent princess said she knew she was wrong

After leaving the City Lord's Mansion, the door was blocked by people. They were all hungry, sallow and skinny.

Yun Qingluo couldn't find a healthy and normal person among them.

When everyone saw Mo Beichen coming out, they all immediately knelt down and worshiped the regent sincerely.

"See the regent, see the regent, the prince and the princess are thousands of years old."

In the originally chaotic scene, after Mo Beichen arrived, except for the sounds of people kneeling down and saluting, no one made any sound.

They can ask the prince to give them a bite to eat, they can ask the prince to give them some clothes to keep out the cold, they can ask the prince to save their relatives.

But they didn't, none of them spoke.

They were waiting, waiting for the prince to speak, waiting for their patron saint to speak.

Yun Qingluo looked at their eyes that longed for sincerity and trust, with sour eyes.

Her Ah Chen...

She finally understood why Mo Beichen had to come to Southwest.

Because here, there is a group of people waiting for his arrival.

They are really waiting for their patron saint to save them, and they believe that their patron saint will come.

Mo Beichen looked at the naked people with a heavy expression, and felt a little heavy in his heart.

He cleared his throat. The sound was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears. "I am late, and everyone will suffer because of the trouble."

When everyone heard Mo Beichen's words, they burst into tears. Yun Qingluo tried his best to identify it, but found that there was only one meaning in the cries: Your Majesty, it would be great if you came.

Not a word of complaint, not a word of curse, not even a look of resentment.

No wonder that person was so afraid of Mo Beichen. He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world.

His Ah Chen didn't need that position, but he still won the hearts of the people.

Mo Beichen raised his hand to signal Mo Feng. Mo Feng understood and came to Mo Beichen carrying the city lord's clothes.

Mo Beichen looked around the audience and saw the hatred, resentment and fear in the people's eyes.

Mo Beichen's voice was a little heavy but firm, "I will kill him today for no other reason than to apologize to you for the Tianmo Kingdom. I failed to protect you."

After saying that, Mo Beichen drew out Mo Feng's sword and chopped it down without mercy, separating his head and body.

In the eyes of everyone, Yun Qing only saw relief and did not feel any fear towards Mo Beichen.

Yun Qingluo laughed, how could anyone be afraid of his patron saint.

Mo Beichen's voice came again, "I have removed the mountain that is pressing on you. What the future holds depends on you. Everyone, do you understand?"

Everyone knelt down and thanked the regent again, "Thank you, Your Majesty, we will not let you down."

Seeing the sparkle in their eyes, Yun Qingluo was truly proud of her man.

It is better to say ten thousand things that are good for them than to actually do some practical things that are good for them.

For example, killing the lord of a city without mercy just to give an explanation to the people.

"Mo Feng, open the warehouse to stock up on food." Mo Beichen handed the sword to Mo Feng.

The joy in everyone's eyes was a little more intense, and their voices were even louder than before, "Your Majesty is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old."

In the shouts this time, there was no weakness as in the first salute, but only relief and the courage to start again.

The Regent is their belief.

The people have faith and the country has strength. Tianmo Kingdom, with Mo Beichen, will never be defeated. It's a pity that that person doesn't understand this truth.

He didn't understand that when Mo Beichen fell, the Tianmo Kingdom was not far away from being destroyed, because the people's faith was gone.

Seeing that Mo Feng was about to leave, Yun Qingluo immediately called Mo Feng aside and whispered:

"There are piles of corpses in the city. I am afraid that the people are infected with corpse poison to some extent. These are antidotes. When opening the warehouse to release grain, be sure to keep an eye on them and take them one by one. The snowstorm is not over yet, so the people in the city must not get sick."

Mo Feng solemnly clasped his fists and promised, "Princess, please don't worry, I will personally watch them take it."

The sound of gongs and drums sounded outside the city gate, which sounded like a New Year's Eve.

An army came forward.

Mo Yu dismounted and said, "Your Majesty, fortunately you have fulfilled your mission and the supplies have been delivered safely."

Mo Beichen nodded, "Thank you for your hard work. The officers and soldiers listened to the orders and assisted the two commanders Mo Feng and Mo Yu. They opened the warehouses to store grain, distributed supplies, and helped the people repair their homes."

"All homeless people will be welcomed into the city lord's mansion for the time being. Those who refuse to comply will be executed!"

"I obey my orders and everything will be arranged by the prince." Everyone said in unison.

The supplies brought by this army gave the people great hope, and everyone had a bright smile on their face.

"The prince is here. The prince is really here. Mom, I am not dreaming."

"I have long said that the prince will not give up on us. The prince is the patron saint of our Mo City."

"Grandpa said that the prince will definitely come. I want to go back and tell grandpa the good news. He will be very happy to hear it."

"It's great. Our Mocheng is saved. It's great. The prince is here. It's great."

Yun Qingluo felt warm in her heart as she watched everyone talking incessantly, with nothing but gratitude to Mo Beichen in their words.

With such a lovely group of people, it’s no wonder A Chen would go against all odds to come here.

Mo Beichen felt Yun Qingluo leaning against him, put his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

He whispered, "Tired?"

Yun Qingluo shook her head, raised her head and smiled brightly, "Achen, I'm proud of you."

Mo Beichen looked at Yun Qingluo deeply, his heart moved slightly, he buried his head in Yun Qingluo's neck, his voice trembled, "Luoluo, I was very scared at the time, afraid that they would blame me for coming late."

Yun Qingluo's heart ached, as his Ah Chen was not as calm as he appeared.

She hugged Mo Beichen's waist tightly, and her voice was gentle and powerful, "Achen, they didn't blame you. You are still their patron saint. Now that you are here, there is still a chance for everything, right?"

Mo Beichen didn't speak. After a while, he raised his head and regained his composure, looking confident.

Yun Qingluo felt sorry for him, he couldn't be fragile, he couldn't be weak, he could only be strong, getting stronger and stronger.

Because there were too many expectant eyes looking at him behind him.

Yun Qingluo saw a familiar-looking secret guard approaching and called him, "Have you seen my eldest brother and second brother?"

The secret guard lowered his head and saluted and replied respectfully, "After the two young masters entered the city, they were helping to repair the mansion and treat the people."

Yun Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to let him go about his business.

When they looked at this scene, they probably felt uncomfortable. Let them be busy. It would be better to be busy.

Mo Rufeng suddenly came over, saluted and said to Mo Beichen, "My prince killed the city lord, I'm afraid the families in the city will have objections."

Mo Beichen glanced at him coldly, looked away, and said coldly, "I haven't settled the score with them yet."

When Yun Qingluo heard this, she glanced at Mo Beichen.

Could it be that there is something inside Mo Cheng that she doesn't know about?