In the dark night, the wind was silent, the moon hung high, and the branches were quiet.
On the middle and small road of the dense forest, Mo Jing was walking with all her thoughts in her mind. Her white hand, which had been as white as jade, was pressed tightly against her painful chest. There were leaves floating on her long hair, but no one touched it for her. Tears fell freely, blurred her sight on the road she was going to take.
Despite this, she still stumbled forward and walked to the route that she had copied thousands of times in her heart. She would go out of the manor and return to the Mo family.
This path, which should have been open and aboveboard, was matched with a small path in such a sorry state. There was no end to it. "Where is my brother? Where is his rough brother, who is as bright as sunshine?"
When Ruyue led a group of people to appear in front of Mo Jing, she was holding on to a fragrant osmanthus tree. The sweet fragrance of flowers was in stark contrast with the coldness in her heart. Her limbs and bones were full of pain. The hand covering her chest grabbed the ice smooth cloth more tightly.
"Where are we going?"
In the quiet jungle, the voice of the moon was so gentle and familiar, which was very similar to her own in the past. However, Mo Jing could see that on her face, which was exactly the same as hers, there was a fierce light in her eyes.
"How stupid! Why didn't I find it before?"
Hatred? It was too late. His elder brother, whom he cared about the most, had been executed on the battlefield as a traitor.
Grudge? It was too late. The emperor had already sent an imperial edict to the Mo family to kill the whole family.
Sorrow? It was too late, because there was nothing else that could make her sad.
Her tears stopped falling. She let go of her hand that was clutching her chest and let go of her hand that was holding onto the osmanthus tree. Mo Jing stood there with her back propped up, allowing the numbing pain to spread throughout her body. Her eyes were as cold as water as she looked at the moon, not saying a word.
"She's quite capable. She's still able to escape. Men, pick the tendons on her feet."
Feng Yue gave the order in a cold voice.
The unprepared servant broke the pole of the lamp and plunged it into her ankle with uneven bamboo joints.
Pain! The heart-wrenching pain made her cry out in pain.
"Why don't you speak? The effect of Heart-biting Powder doesn't have the function of making a sound."
Ju Yue did not intend to let her off. Cold sweat dripped down from Mo Jing's forehead. Her hands under her long sleeves were tugged tightly and her struggling body was shaking. Her nails dug into her flesh but she did not feel the pain on her legs. The Hearteater Powder was the Hearteater Powder. She had heard that she would die slowly after taking it for more than five years. It seemed that she had already started to feed her with the poison since the year she entered the Mo Manor. She had not discovered for six whole years that she was too stupid or was she too scheming.
"Say something. Or beg me, and I will leave you a whole corpse for the sake of our former sisterhood."
As she spoke, she walked up to Mo Jing. Mo Jing's eyes were half furrowed and her entire body was in pain. However, she was still too lazy to speak.
Even if she lost, she couldn't lose the tenacity in her bones.
Mo Jing gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. She knew that there was no room for her to struggle.
The truth was really cruel, but as long as there was still one breath left, her Mo family's prestige could not be lost.
"Pa!" Mo Jing caught the face-to-face slap. However, she was no match for Chu Yue's strength. She grabbed Mo Jing's hand with her palm and it landed heavily on her face. It was as sharp as a knife and it hurt her badly.
Ruyue smiled coldly and shook off Mo Jing's wrist with a little force.
As soon as Mo Jing moved, her whole body began to scream. Except for the pain in her feet, she could no longer feel anything. With just a gentle swing of her hand, Mo Jing was directly knocked far away.
Yu Yue raised her proud and cold smile and looked down at her.
"Mo Jing, aren't you very powerful? You are the most talented woman in Shang Jing City. You can compete with Shangguan Muyang in chess with one hand and can compete with Childe Bo Sang in calligraphy and painting with the other. Isn't this your hand?"