2630 At a Loss For Words


    Mu Erde opened his mouth, but he suddenly discovered that he had lost his voice. He looked at his father Mu Jingxing in a panic.


    He really was afraid, and he truly regretted it!


    If he had known that the little voodoo was this ruthless, he simply would not havee forward in front of the Mu n disciples to be the bird that stuck its head out.


    He had wanted to suppress the littledy’s spirit, but he didn’t expect to be crushed in return.


    On the side, Mu Jingfeng’s breathing became ragged, and his mood was in tumult from the littledy’s aggravating words.


    Qiao Mu slowed down while walking toward the Mu n with Long Chuyun’s memorial tablet.


    Mu Jingfeng walked after her and roared, “You unfilial daughter, stand right there! Say it! Why did she die?”


    Qiao Mu suddenly turned around and stared at Mu Jingfeng derisively. “You don’t know why she died? Since you don’t know, you won’t learn in this lifetime.”


    Mu Jingfeng felt suffocated. His feelings were so heavy that they practically prevented him from breathing normally.


    “You had long made an exit from her life! You have no qualifications to know anything about her.”


    “You!” Mu Jingfeng glowered furiously.


    “I do not need your fake concern and insincerity! Give your phoney affection to those people who need it.” Qiao Mu raised her voice with a roar, covering up what Mu Jingfeng wanted to say.


    Those pitch-ck eyes looked at him coldly, and her voice was freezing, as if it hade from the Yellow Springs. “As a husband, your could not even protect your wife. As a father, you did not carry out any of your responsibilities.”


    “As a man, you could not protect even one woman. You are the family head of the Mu n, a patrician family with a thousand years of inheritance. However, you don’t even know when your wife dead, and where she died? Why she died, and who killed her!”


    “How do you have the cheek to interrogate me? What qualifications do you have to stand here and yell at me? You’re so ridiculous!”


    “Qiao Mu, watch your words!”


    “You! Are! Useless!” Qiao Mu’s severe shout covered up Mu Jingfeng’s voice.


    Qiao Mu pointed at him, her pitch-ck almond eyess open wide. She said this while pressing in on him.


    “Heaven and earth, the sun and moon, can attest! Do you dare swear in the Mu n ancestors’ name that you have never wronged her in the slightest in this lifetime?”


    “Do you dare kneel in front of the Mu n ancestors and tell them that you have the slightest bit of amity and affection for me as your daughter?”


    “You do not!”


    The entire Lesheng Gate was overcase with a heavy atmosphere. Everyone hung their heads, simply afraid to look up and see their family head get humiliated.


    “If you had the slightest bit of pity for me, I would have seen you and not Mu Jingrui on Sikong!”


    “If you had the slightest bit of fatherly love for me…” Qiao Mu suddenly smiled, yet the coldness in her smile went straight into the depths of her eyes. “Perhaps…”


    She tilted her petite head. Her eyes seemed to see through him, looking far away at a memory etched into her bones, “You would have been like a streak of starlight during that person’s most deste and helpless moment. Even if a tiny bit…”


    Mu Jingfeng was at a loss for words, yet Qiao Mu turned around coldly and continued to walk forward while holding her mother’s memorial tablet.


    Crown Prince Mo’s heart was aching terribly.


    He really could not stand it when Qiaoqiao showed such a lonely gaze, as if her body was here yet her heart was somewhere else.


    It was as if he would lose hold of the littledy in the next second.