Just as Master Mo concluded her words, Xin Lin had already vanished.
"Little Lin, I haven’t finished speaking, where are you going?"
"To save Ziyue."
Within the School Clinic, Xin Lin’s words echoed.
"Ah, silly child, going now is futile, do you intend to oppose all of Fengdong?"
Master Mo repeatedly stomped her feet.
But Xin Lin wouldn’t heed her words.
"Silly child."
Master Mo smiled wryly.
Beneath Tianxuan Mound, Zuo Mingshang and Lu Yuan, along with others, wore faces of dejection, with a few female students from Tianxuan Class having red-rimd eyes.
Seven or eight Fengdong clan mbers, dressed in silver attire and wearing silver masks, stood by.
A beast-drawn carriage was stationed at the side.
This carriage was drawn by a Level 5 Tiger Wolf Colt.
"Miss Nine, this way please."
Two middle-aged maids supported Murong Ziyue towards the beast carriage.
Within rely seven or eight days, Murong Ziyue seed to have changed form; her delicate face was colorless, she appeared frail, her once long and powerful limbs now limp, hanging alongside, with her knuckles showing an unhealthy pallor.
Her eyes were cast down, her bangs obscuring them, revealing only a sharp, petite chin, making her appear like a wilted flower deprived of moisture.
She wore thick attire, with skin below her face, even her neck, covered.
"Ziyue, I’m sorry."
Zuo Mingshang couldn’t help but burst into tears.
It was she who implicated Ziyue; if not for her, Ziyue wouldn’t have attracted trouble with those from the A and B Class Academy.
Murong Ziyue lightly shook her head, remaining silent.
Since being ambushed that night, after others stripped her and saw the "things" on her back, she had been silent.
She often awoke from nightmares, with earshot filled with people’s pointing and murmuring.
"Master Mu, quickly think of thods."
Beside him, Little Xinzhuo grew anxious, gesturing towards Mu Chen.
"Nanny Chen, Nanny Liu, look... isn’t it better for Ziyue to rest a few more days, since her injuries aren’t wholly recovered?"
Mu Chen glanced at Murong Ziyue; for reasons unknown, the usually disagreeable Murong Ziyue now seed rather pitiable.
"Third Young Master, Miss Nine’s injuries won’t heal here; upon returning to Fengdong, great masters will naturally treat her, but with her Martial ridian severed, Miss Nine will be reduced to rely a commoner. Qingtian Academy has approved Miss Nine’s withdrawal; please, Third Young Master, don’t defy the Family Head’s commands."
Among the two maids, the one on the left nad Nanny Liu replied.
They were all veteran mbers of Fengdong, serving the Family Head. Despite being servants, their status wasn’t low; even Mu Chen and Murong Ziyue had to heed their words.
The Family Head sent them to prevent Mu Chen and others from obstructing.
"But..."
Mu Chen had received the news.
This ti, Murong Ziyue’s return seed fraught with danger.
Originally, she could have waited until sixteen to marry; now it was accelerated by two years.
Murong Ziyue had fared poorly in Fengdong before; becoming a squandered soul returning ho, she’d undoubtedly suffer worse tornt, along with her timid mother...
"The carriage and horses are ready. Miss Nine, please proceed."
The two maids unceremoniously dragged Murong Ziyue onto the beast carriage.
Murong Ziyue was hauled onto the beast carriage, her eyelids stirred.
"Has Xin Lin returned?"
She gently asked.
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