Chapter 133 - Pretending to be Gracious and the Plot in the Private Room (2/2)

“We do not dare to say much now. We only hope that Third Sister will get married soon so that the Mo Manor back courtyard will become calmer. We do not want anything else. However, Third Sister has only just come to the capital and is not well known. How can she find a good marriage? So I would like to ask Your Excellency for help. Your family is n.o.ble and you know many upstanding men from good families. Even though Third Sister is narrow-minded, she is not a bad person. If you can introduce us to a good family, it would help to solve a pressing issue of ours.”

Mo Xuemin looked up with her teary eyes as she pleaded with You Yuecheng.

“You are still speaking up for her despite how she treated you all?” You Yuecheng said, displeased. An evil-hearted woman like her was not a bad person? Then who was? He did not have a good impression of Mo Xuetong at all. He had thought that she was an intelligent and loveable woman but felt disgusted when he thought about it now.

How could there be such a vicious woman in this world! Anyone who married this evil woman would only have chaos in their home. First Miss Mo, who was in front of him, was too kind. She was still trying to help her sister find a husband at a time like this. If it were up to him, this sort of evil woman is only worthy of those dissolute young masters. They would be a very good match. He suddenly thought of a person and his eyes flashed. A cold smile appeared on his lips. There was someone who was a very good match for her.

“She is my younger sister after all. Her mother died when she was young and she stayed in Cloud City for a period of time. There was no one to teach her things. In actual fact, the Mo family owes her. We only hope that she will marry a good husband and dispell the hate she has in her heart. Then, we sisters can get along well together harmoniously. I do not dare to hope for anything else.” Mo Xuemin looked like a kind elder sister looking out for Mo Xuetong. She wiped away her tears and looked up at You Yuecheng pleadingly.

“Your Excellency, will you please help my younger sister find a good husband?”

A good husband? Was a girl like this worthy of a good husband?! You Yuecheng smirked. The more he liked Mo Xuemin, the less he liked Mo Xuetong. He felt that a gentle woman like Mo Xuemin could be considered gracious and kind. She was considerate towards her sister even in such a situation. This really made one pity her. His gaze softened as he looked at Mo Xuemin.

He had an idea. Forget it, he would treat it as helping this pitiful woman! He would help that Third Miss Mo who was still “salvageable” and find her a “good” husband!

There was an even larger and more s.p.a.cious private room right next to theirs. Feng Yuran smiled as he rolled down the portrait that was blocking Mo Xuetong. The portrait fitted nicely over a small hole on the wall.

Behind him, Mo Xuetong covered her chest and coughed softly.

“Tong’er, what’s the matter? Does it still hurt?” Feng Yuran put down the painting in his hand and turned around. He helped her to pour a cup of hot tea and blew on it attentively before putting it down in front of her.

He had already gotten someone to take a look at her. It was not a serious injury.

“It doesn’t hurt as much now.” Mo Xuetong touched her right shoulder with a bitter smile. The heavy slap that the man in black had given her before he died was on her right shoulder. Fortunately, he was already dying and did not have the strength to retaliate. The two swords were not only sharp, but they had also been covered with poison. Even though the man had used all his strength in that slap, it was useless. Otherwise, she would have died there and then.

“Why had you acted just now instead of taking a few more steps? I was already coming for you.” Feng Yuran’s red lips were charming but were tightly shut. His entire expression was one of displeasure. How could he be happy? He felt as if his heart was going to leap out of his chest when he saw Mo Xuetong being hit. He did not care about anything else and had charged over to her. Now that he thought about it, the la.s.s really did not know the immensity of the situation. How did she have the guts to stab someone with a sword?

“I’m not afraid!” Mo Xuetong picked up the teacup and took a light sip. There was a hint of a bitter smile on her lips. She was not afraid. She was no longer that fearful and cowardly Mo Xuetong since she desired to destroy the entire Sima family in her past life. The path to revenge was not easy. The debts of blood will be avenged by blood. If she was afraid of this and that, how would she seek revenge?

The light shone on her beautiful face. She did not seem childish at all. Instead, she was distant and cold. There was a sense of sadness and loneliness that seeped from her bones. Her distant gaze landed on the dark skies outside the window. It felt like that heavy night in her past life.

She had thought that that was h.e.l.l, and thought that she could only bring that hatred she felt into h.e.l.l. She had not expected that she would have the opportunity to live again. How could she still be as cowardly and useless as she had been in the past! If she still behaved as she did in her past life, in the end, she would be swallowed whole, flesh, bones, and blood. She knew, just looking at Mo Xuetong next door. Mo Xuetong was pretending to be kind and gentle. They would not stop until she was dead.

She had killed Auntie Fang’s unborn child and she had made Auntie Fang’s life a living h.e.l.l. She had made it so that Mo Xuemin, her Eldest Sister, would come out and beg others to find her a good marriage. She did not know what kind of “good” marriage had caught Mo Xuemin’s eye so much that she would put herself down to beg and plead with You Yuecheng.

“Your Highness, is there someone with a terrible reputation among the people You Yuecheng knows? Is that person unkempt and is unmarried?” Mo Xuetong’s expression was surprisingly calm. The candlelight flickered on her stunning features which were calm and cold. One could not see any sadness or happiness on her face. However, it made one’s heart hurt for her even more. What kind of suffering had a child of 13 endured to be so well-versed at hiding her emotions!

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