Dongfang Jun’s expression was gloomy, and he clenched his fists, speaking word by word, "Moshang Family, I will definitely make you pay for this!"
Being rendered incapable of having descendants was equivalent to being deprived of the right to happiness—what reason would he have to cling to Xiao Yue from now on?
Thinking of that elegant and beautiful woman, Dongfang Jun’s heart involuntarily ached.
"Jun’er, no matter what, you must marry Nangong Zilan. Only when she enters the Dongfang Family can our family settle down," Dongfang Liang said with a shadow crossing his eyes.
"But, Father, in my current state, how would the Nangong Family agree to marry Zilan to ? Wouldn’t that be ruining her happiness for life?"
"That’s why this matter cannot be known to the people of the Nangong Family," Dongfang Liang pondered for a mont, "I will later use the Secret Technique of our Dongfang Family to seal the Ouyang Family’s lips. As long as the Ouyang Family keeps silent, the Nangong Family won’t find out. As for the Moshang Family, don’t worry—they won’t be foolish enough to do that, otherwise, what difference would it make than admitting their own deeds?"
Dongfang Jun didn’t speak, but he had already tacitly agreed to Dongfang Liang’s decision...
The Ouyang Family naturally accepted the Secret Technique presented by the Dongfang Family Head. This would serve as compensation for Ouyang Lingtian. Even if they said nothing, the Nangong Family would no longer continue a marriage alliance with the Dongfang Family—it was an unspoken understanding among everyone.
At this mont, within the courtyard of the Dongfang Family, leaves were falling.
Mu Ruyue’s lips curved slightly as she turned to look at the man beside her, "I heard Ouyang Lin is dead?"
"Hmm," Ye Wuchen responded nonchalantly, as if he had not taken the words to heart.
The smile in Mu Ruyue’s eyes deepened, "She was abused to death, Wuchen, I don’t believe this has nothing to do with you."
It was only upon hearing this that Ye Wuchen finally turned his gaze back.
Those purple eyes stared steadily at Mu Ruyue, revealing an unusual gleam, "She insulted you..."
There was no need for him to spare soone who insulted her. It was just that Mu Ruyue had her own plans at the ti, so he hadn’t made a move.
That didn’t an, however, that he was willing to let that woman off.
"Wuchen, there’s no need for you to let the blood of such people taint your hands," Mu Ruyue said gently, grasping the man’s hand with a smile in her eyes.
Ye Wuchen smirked mischievously, "Don’t worry, I didn’t do it myself. Soone else will take care of it for . My hands are for holding you, not to be stained by their blood."
Mu Ruyue’s heart trembled, and then she laughed, "Wuchen, the Ouyang Family’s power is growing by the day. Through the cultivation of elixirs, nurous powerhouses have erged, and even Yi Shaochen’s army has made quite a na for itself. We should start thinking about how to leave this place now."
It is easy to enter but hard to leave.
Now, they needed to find a way to leave this place...
"Sister Mu, Father is looking for you to discuss sothing."
Just then, a clear, bell-like voice ca from behind them.
Mu Ruyue turned to look at Ouyang Qian, nodding lightly, "Alright, then I’ll go to him."
Inside the study, the soft sunlight draped over the upright figure of the middle-aged man. His gaze was on the invitation lying on the desk, with a light frown on his brow. Perhaps sensing the approach of soone outside, he slowly lifted his head and smiled.
"Miss Mu, Ghost King, you’ve co?"
"Yes," Mu Ruyue nodded slightly, "What did you want to see about now?"
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