Quiet days passed really quickly. Half a month went by in the blink of an eye. Nothing happened in the two weeks. It would be time for the Mo Manor family rites in a few days. The Mo Manor originated from a well-to-do family and was a family with a long history in the Qin Kingdom. Even though there were not any impressive officials among the main branch of descendants, they were well-known in their social circle. Mo Huawen was the eldest son of the main branch of the family. As such, he was in charge of the family rites. Unlike the rites of other noble families. The head of the family had to invite the well-known and reputable intellectual to watch the rites with other noble intellectuals. All children from the main branch have to wear course clothing made especially for the family rites and kneel in the ancestral hall to pay their sincere respects to their ancestors and to their ancestors, filial piety. Mo Xuetong was the only daughter of the main branch

“We all saw that something was wrong when Third Miss knelt there. But Third Miss would not allow us to tell Old Sir. She said that she could bear with it and she did not want to make you sad...We wanted to tell Auntie but we saw that First Miss who was standing there looked fine and thought that it was uncomfortable for Third Miss because her skin was bad. We did not think that someone was so vicious to want to harm Miss." Mo Lan knelt on the ground and spoke. She kowtowed as she spoke and tears ran down her face. The tray she raised above her head shone coldly and some of them even had traces of blood on them. It was shocking. "Old Sir, this has nothing to do with Auntie. Auntie is in charge of the concubines and does everything she can. Auntie does not know anything about the needles on Third Miss's clothing. Auntie had gotten this clothing made for First Miss earlier, but Third Miss had come back so suddenly so she gave it to Third Miss. The needles were sewn into t

The injuries on Mo Xuetong's knees were not serious. It was just a little inconvenient for her to stand and walk when she woke up the next day. Otherwise, one could not tell she was injured. She had just eaten breakfast when she heard a kerfuffle at the door. However, when they tried to listen to it carefully, they could not hear anything. It started to rain, and the raindrops fell pitter-pattering. "Miss, Auntie Qing sent someone to ask if you need anything else for your room." Mo He lifted the curtains and entered. There were still signs of rain on her gree robe. "Are Auntie Qing and Auntie Mo in charge of the household now?" Mo Xuetong was pruning a pot of orchid. She was trimming the branches and did not even turn around to ask Mo He softly. "Yes, I heard Old Sir took away Auntie Fang's right to manage and got Auntie Qing and Auntie Mo to do it. So they sent someone here early in the morning to ask if you need anything else. They seem to

This was too much. How dare they make a fuss at his study. The anger that Mo Huawen felt toward Auntie Fang erupted. The veins on his forehead twitched and he bellowed, "Drag them away and have them beaten 30 times each. Throw them out of Mo Manor together with their family." This was outrageous. Auntie Fang really thought of herself as the matriarch of the family. How dare she challenge his power! How did he not see this in the slut? He had thought she was virtuous and even left Tong'er in Cloud City because of her. Mo Huawen felt even worse when he thought about how Tong'er had almost lost her life. When he saw how his daughter looked at him with concern in her tearful eyes, he grew even angrier at Auntie Fang. "Old... Old Sir!" The servant paused. Thirty beatings would kill someone. And even if they did not die, they would become disabled. Furthermore, he wanted to throw them and their family out of the manor. "Go!" Mo Huawe

"I will mind myself. Auntie, please mind your own business next time as well or you might not only fail to become the matriarch but also lose your position as a concubine. Father's tolerance has its limits too. Auntie, please consider elder brother and me when you do things. Don't be full of yourself and do low-class things, forgetting your status. The General Manor has not had much to say to the Mo Manor recently because of the poor relations between them and father. Now that the little slut is back, there are some things that you cannot handle." Mo Xuemin harrumphed and turned to speak to Mo Jin who had been standing outside the door, not even daring to move. "Auntie Fang, please go back. Father might ask you questions later. Please be smarter and don't get confused again and get Father angry. Find time to speak to Father regarding that matter. Pretend to suffer a little. He might let you off then." Auntie Fang wanted to say something else. However, she