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Chapter 44 - Article 44

Mo Rou leaned into Zheng Xu He's embrace, her soft and feminine eyes were filled with worry. Her feelings could not be wrong, Mo Ling had truly returned.

The news of Mo Rou injuring Mo Ling Yan quickly spread throughout the capital. Some people said that the Mo Family had already declined, and that the tiger poison had not yet fully consumed the plant, yet Mo Rou had attacked Mo Ling Yan instead. This led to the matter where Mo Rou was actually not someone from the Mo Family, and he became the topic of discussion amongst the people.

"Just a little girl, yet she turned into the noble Madame Rou with a shake of her body. and even married the State Grandmaster. This is all thanks to the previous Family Head, Mo Ling. "

"I see, that incident twelve years ago in Mo Family was a conspiracy. The previous Family Head was so capable, how could he be a traitor?

"Lower your voice, Mo Family is not something we commoners can afford to offend."

In the most lively teahouse in the capital, Mo Ling sat in a corner in her men's attire as she quietly drank her tea. All these rumors were spread by Cheng Bu Shi, she never expected them to spread at such a shocking speed.

However...

She didn't implicate him, so who was it that took advantage of this opportunity to bring up the matter from that year?

His eyes, which were as calm as a dried up well, flickered between bright and dark. If one were to carefully look at them, they would see that there was doubt in the depths of their eyes that could not be dispelled. Who but the client would be interested in what happened twelve years ago?

"Catch him! Don't let him get away!" Mo Ling's train of thoughts was interrupted by a loud noise. Looking towards the direction of the voice, he saw a ragged looking old man running on the street outside the teahouse.

Just as the old man ran to the bottom of the teahouse, he stopped and raised his head to look at Mo Ling who was seated beside the window.

At a glance, Mo Ling was shocked by that face.

He quickly got up and rushed out of the teahouse, but the old man was nowhere to be seen. The only thing left behind was the person with the stick cursing on the spot.

"Who is he?" Mo Ling turned around and looked at the few evil looking men who were holding onto the staff and asked.

"Who are you? "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Scram." After being chased away by the old man, the few of them were already angry, but when they saw that Mo Ling's skinny clothes were ordinary, they wanted to vent their anger on Mo Ling.

Crack.

Mo Ling calmly looked at the man who was hooting beside him, and the corner of his mouth hooked into a cold smile, "I'll ask again, who is he?"

His frail body gave off a frightening aura as his fingers broke without even blinking. The surrounding people couldn't help but gasp as they tried to guess the identity of this little gongzi.

"He, he, he is a beggar." The man with the severed finger trembled as he said, "He lives in a beggar's home outside the city. He often comes to our shop to disturb our customers."

"F * ck off." Mo Ling said indifferently, she did not want to waste anymore time with these people, so she turned around and walked out of the city.

Cheng Bu Shi followed behind Mo Ling the entire time. She was also a magnanimous woman, with a face that was covered in such a large poison that it had never been covered.

Outside the city, through a forest, Mo Ling arrived at a dilapidated temple.

Right at the moment when he was hesitating, that old man appeared.

"Girl, are you looking for me?" Mo Cheng opened his mouth, and his tone was filled with endless vicissitudes of life. His eyes were sunken in, but they did not lose their luster as he stared at Mo Ling.

Mo Cheng! Uncle Cheng!

Looking at the familiar eyes, Mo Ling almost shouted out in excitement. Logic told her that she couldn't do it.

"Right, didn't you intentionally lure me here?"

Mo Cheng laughed with praise, and called out to Mo Ling: "Come with me."

Just as Mo Ling was about to make a move, Cheng Bu Shi stopped her. The old man in front of her lips was definitely not a kind person, she was worried that Mo Ling would encounter danger.

Unlike the outside, the inside of the temple was dilapidated but clean. After all these years, Mo Cheng's habits still had not changed. He liked to be neat, and Mo Ling had mocked him back then that a man had an obsession with cleanliness.

Looking around, Mo Ling's gaze finally landed on the Spirit Board on the table. She didn't think that there would be someone who would set up a memorial tablet for her. She didn't live her life in vain.

Mo Ling laughed self-deprecatingly, the doubts she had at the teahouse had been solved. The reason why the rumors traveled so quickly was definitely because Mo Cheng was adding fuel to the fire.

"Little girl, who are you?" Mo Cheng asked excitedly, he had already paid attention to the Mo Mansion for a long time, it was not that he had never seen the Mo Ling Yan of the past, but with such a personality and personality, he would never believe that she was Mo Ling Yan.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is why you invited me here." Mo Ling looked at Mo Cheng, a trace of vigilance flashing past his calm face.

"That's right." Mo Cheng nodded. The most urgent matter right now was to let Mo Rou fall and take Mo Family back from Mo Rou's hands.

He had been thinking about this matter for 12 years.

He was the only one who survived the massacre that year. For the past 12 years, he had gone from being the noble butler of Mo Family to a beggar. In order to preserve his life, he gave up his face and started begging on the streets, fighting with the dogs for food.

In order to avoid being hunted by Mo Rou, he lived a life worse than an animal.

If it wasn't for the tone in his heart, he would have already been dead.

His face was full of wrinkles. His previously fair skin was now dark and rough. His long fingers were covered with jagged wounds. Out of the ten fingers, only two remained.

How much courage did it take to live like this?

Mo Ling tightly clenched her fists. Her eyes were no longer calm, but suffused with layers of hatred and killing intent. Those around her, whether they were dead or alive, all of them received inhuman treatment.

Mo Rou, I will never let you off!

"I don't know what you're talking about. Are you going to tell me a story? " Mo Ling took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

"Hai." Uncle Cheng sighed and nodded, then began to recount to Mo Ling everything from the past.

He wasn't sure about the situation at the time, he only thought that Xia Zhi had come over to tell him to quickly leave with his family of old men and women.

After he settled down his family, he went back to the Mo Mansion, where blood was flowing like a river. Mo Ling had also died from poison.

He was captured by Mo Rou, and from the conversation between Mo Rou and herself, he understood the whole story. Mo Rou succeeded in usurping her power, and the Family Head became a traitor.

Mo Cheng was thrown to the unmarked cemetery as if he was a dead man. He had always been a wanderer in the capital, trying to find an opportunity to take revenge for Mo Ling.

If he did not know about Mo Ling Yan's situation, he did not know if he could have held on.

"Mistress, I know you're back." Mo Cheng was slightly agitated as he raised his trembling hands, wanting to touch Mo Ling.

Just at this time, Mo Ling suddenly dodged to the side and avoided Mo Cheng's touch, raising the corner of his mouth slightly and looking at Mo Cheng with ridicule: "I'm not your master, don't judge me randomly."

At the same time, his eyes shot out two beams of cold light, heading straight for Mo Cheng, as if he had already seen through Mo Cheng.

Mo Cheng's heart suddenly trembled, his brows slightly knitted.