Because she was aware that from how deeply hidden this person had been ever since her previous life, perhaps it wasn’t someone who Mu Jingrui could cope with by himself.
After shaking her head, Qiao Mu turned to her mother, who was crying like a baby, and wiped away the latter’s tears with a handkerchief.
“Mom.” She recounted softly, “A group of people of unknown origins tried to assassinate me again when I was at Jiaozhong Base. At that time I was besieged by more than a dozen people, making it more dangerous than now.”
“I suspect that these assassination attempts have to do with my birth.” Qiao Mu stated lightly as she gazed at her mother sincerely, “Mom, most of the time, enemies will not turn a blind eye to us just because we yield a step! Mom, they do not wish for me to live well! They do not wish for me to appear on the continent of the Divine Province some day! They want to take my life! They have done all they can to make me wallow in misery my entire life! Mom, they are controlling me like a marionette and want to ruin my life!”
Qiao Mu gripped her mother’s shoulders as she stared straight at her, proclaiming, “I cannot retreat, you know that? Nor do I have a place of retreat! I can only live on if I continuously fight on and advance forward. Mom, do not grieve, because I am fully aware that this is my destiny!”
“From the moment I was born, this identity as a daughter of the Mu Clan brought me not glory or honor but rather undissolvable suffering and calamity! Mom! With this, do you still want to keep silent and not tell me anything?”
Everyone stared at her, stunned.
Second Uncle Qiao, Brother Xiao Hu, Xiao Lin’er and them, particularly, were at a loss as they stared at her blankly.
What was Qiaoqiao saying, what identity as a daughter of the Mu Clan…
Why did her words make sense individually but not when pieced together?
Wei Ziqin wept bitterly, regretting it deeply as she hugged her.
She did not know that things had actually gotten so serious or that her daughter was facing such hardship.
“Child, c-come, come with me.” Wei Ziqin suddenly stood up, taking her petite hand and pulling her along to the rear court.
“Dad, what exactly is going on?” Qiao Lin stared at her father Qiao Zhongbang in confusion.
Qiao Zhongbang sighed. “Come with me to the main hall. It’s a long story.”
Everyone had trotted away, leaving behind the faded flowers carpeting the ground, as well as…
A tall man sporting a pink peach blossom parasol.
“Has this Venerable One been completely ignored?” A certain person muttered, his figure subsequently vanishing from the courtyard.
It seemed like no one saw him at all. When had his existence become so weak?
Qiao Mu followed her mother reticently, arriving at the ancestral hall.
After pushing open the heavy door to the ancestral hall, Wei Ziqin took her petite hand and detoured to a small room in the back after walking through the main entrance.
Qiao Mu saw that only a solitary memorial tablet, covered with a piece of cloth, was standing there.
“Kneel, Qiaoqiao.” Wei Ziqin instructed solemnly.
Qiao Mu listened to her and knelt but kept silent in front of that memorial tablet.
For a long time, both mother and daughter did not speak.
“Actually, you already have an answer in your heart, don’t you, child.” Wei Ziqin heaved a long sigh. “As such a clever child, haven’t you already guessed it.”
Qiao Mu did not say anything and merely stared straight at that piece of cloth, as if wanting to burn a hole through it to see the name behind it.
