2625 She’s Dead!
Mu Cang and the rest saw from afar a little lady with a lithe figure, an exquisite and chilly countenance, and eyes as profound as a glacial pond.
She was wearing white mourning clothes and walking toward them expressionlessly.
Everybody’s eyes couldn’t help but turn sluggish.
Behind Mu Cang, Mu Jingfeng couldn’t help but freeze. He stood there, his eyes unfocused, as he stared at that white-clothed little lady walking over gracefully.
In an instant, time seemed to have lit up the memories of the past. The mountains and rivers seemed to have burst into enchanting bloom under the little lady’s feet…
Through this icy figure, Mu Jingfeng seemed to see that woman dressed in scarlet slowly walking toward him
His inner organs seemed to be squeezing tightly into a knot.
She! Was! Dead!??
Old Master Cang was also pletely stunned. He stared deeply at Mu Jingrui behind him.
Mu Jingrui was also stupefied. When he met Old Master Cang’s gaze, he was bewildered.
No, he had always thought that Eldest Sister-in-Law had only gone missing.
Precisely speaking, the entire Mu Clan’s investigation only found out that Long Chuyun disappeared miraculously after giving birth.
So how did Qiaoqiao find out that her mother had already died?
Mu Jingrui had investigated for a long time and linked up all the clues before pinpointing the Sikong Planet.
Before this, who would know that the Mu Clan’s lady of the house would run off to the Sikong Planet, such a remote Lower Star Domain?
The first time they met, Qiaoqiao asked for the name of her birth mother. He didn’t tell her because he didn’t know how to explain it.
What should he say?
Should he say that your mother had originally been our family head’s wife, and that you could have lived a life of fort?
Should he say that you had ended up on Sikong Planet due to your mother’s own fault, say that your mother tossed you to your foster parents after giving birth, and then vanished irresponsibly?
How could he say these words as her uncle? How could he bear to say them either?
However, right now…
Mu Jingrui was at a loss for words facing the little lady in front of him.
Her expression was icy, like frosty snow that chilled one to the bones.
Not the slighest hint of tenderness or warmth could be seen from her pitch-black eyes. There were only sharp and unfeeling blades.
“Kneel!”
The official of rites called out once again.
All the younger generation in the Mu Clan gritted their teeth. They lowered their head and knelt down.
They kowtowed again and again!
Mu Rouyan and Mu Rouyun had unwittingly pierced their palms with their fingernails.
This kind of oppressing frustration was truly too stifling!
How e?
How e they needed to kneel in front of this woman and watch her look coldly down upon them!
Why, why should they kneel down for this bastard when they were the young ladies of the Mu Clan?
On the other hand, Mu Rouxuan, who was following behind Madam Mu, felt her wrath soar to the peak.
A memorial tablet!
This arrogant little lass was actually walking over while holding a memorial tablet!
She actually made all the disciples and younger generation in the Mu Clan kowtow to this woman who had died for who knows how many years and was probably even without a corpse!
This kind of spectacle!
Where was she placing her mother Mu Qingya’s prestige?
Meanwhile, Mu Xingchen’s mind had bee a blur.
He felt like a big joke.
He said it wasn’t hatred, but he was clear that he both resented and hated this mother. He hated that she left without saying goodbye and resented that she abandoned her own son, yet all of this seemed to suddenly collapse like a landslide when he saw his mother’s memorial tablet…
It turned out that he had lost his mother a long time ago.
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