2625 She’s Dead!


    Mu Cang and the rest saw from afar a littledy with a lithe figure, an exquisite and chilly countenance, and eyes as profound as a cial 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 littledy 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 littledy’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 alsopletely 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 n’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.


    Before this, who would know that the Mu n’sdy of the house would run off to the Sikong, 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 exin 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 offort?


    Should he say that you had ended up on Sikong 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 littledy 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-ck eyes. There were only sharp and unfeeling des.


    “Kneel!”


    The official of rites called out once again.


    All the younger generation in the Mu n 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!


    Howe?


    Howe 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 youngdies of the Mu n?


    On the other hand, Mu Rouxuan, who was following behind Madam Mu, felt her wrath soar to the peak.


    A memorial tablet!


    This arrogant littless was actually walking over while holding a memorial tablet!


    She actually made all the disciples and younger generation in the Mu n 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 cing her mother Mu Qingya’s prestige?


    Meanwhile, Mu Xingchen’s mind had be 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 copse like andslide when he saw his mother’s memorial tablet…


    It turned out that he had lost his mother a long time ago.