Mu Yi stiffened. âIsnât Little Nine the Ninth Emperor? She should be living a good life. How can she still be chased after...â
âI donât care what you did back then that caused my master to run away. But in the future, donât come to bother her again.â
After saying that, Dongfang Yu did not look at him again and simply turned to the people in front of him.
âYou guys keep saying that one should be filial and repay your grievances with virtue... Itâs simply ridiculous!
âWhen Mu Qingya plotted to kill innocent people because of her selfishness and blamed my master, why didnât anyone say that they should repay grievances with virtue?
âWhen Mu Yi had to give her up without asking, why didnât anyone complain about that?
âSince this group of people canât do it, why should she be asked to repay her grievances with virtue and be filial to someone who doesnât deserve her filial piety? For some people, when the knife is not on her neck, she does not know the pain...
âBut once itâs on her neck, sheâs more ruthless than anyone else!â
Indeed. For some people, when the knife was no longer on their neck, they became arrogant and accused others because...
They did not know the pain. After all, the pain was on someone elseâs body.
When they were in pain, they would be more ruthless than anyone else.
The crowd was somewhat dumbfounded and did not know what to say.
Earlier, among the crowd, someone deliberately triggered the crowd to hate on Little Nine to force her to forgive the Mu family.
But now, they all fell silent.
If someone had treated them like this, would they still repay the grievances with virtue? Could they forgive the person who wanted to harm them?
Everyone was quiet; even the most ruthless people who screamed from the crowd earlier did not dare to speak after seeing Dongfang Yuâs eyes.
Dongfang Yu said nothing more. She simply turned and slammed the courtyard gate fiercely shut as if it could keep the rumors out.
Mu Yi stood in the light breeze, frozen. He then turned around slowly and walked away.
Gradually, the sad figure disappeared in the crowd.
***
The emperorâs son-in-law manor...
Mu Yi walked into the manor and saw the old lady of the Mu family approaching him with a glow in her eyes. âHow did it go? Is Little Nine willing to come back?â
Old Lady Mu had always called her a âwild childâ before, but it became âLittle Nineâ...
Mu Yi slowly came back to his senses. He raised his head stiffly, looked at the old lady in front of him, and shook his head.
Old Lady Mu spat and scolded, âUseless! Why canât you even invite her back? You are her father, canât there be no way to make her come home? This is her home. If she doesnât come back, where else can she go?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âShe is Little Nine of the Mu family. This is her home!â
âHer home...â
These two words echoed in Mu Yiâs mind. He suddenly raised his head again and stared at Old Lady Mu.
If it were not for her motherâs words, Little Nine would have returned a long time ago, and there would not have been so many bad things happening to them...
If it were not for her motherâs fondness of Mu Qingya, his daughter would not have become like this, let alone become a prisoner...