Chapter 202: Please Don’t Utterly Destroy Us
Mo Lanzhi completely lacked Mo Zichen’s profound thoughts. Seeing Mo Qilan standing motionless in the original spot watching them, a surge of intense anger welled up in her heart.
“Dad, what’s wrong with you? Can’t you see your daughter is being bullied by these vile servants? Hurry up and stand up for me by beating them all to death!” Selling these people into a brothel could no longer vent the resentment in her heart; they had to be beaten to death. Mo Lanzhi thought to herself.
However, Mo Qilan acted as if he hadn’t heard, looking at this daughter—who in his impression had always been Zhi Shu Da Li and innocently naive—with a gaze that was extremely unfamiliar. Then he suddenly gave a self-mocking smile. What kind of daughter was she? She was just a bastard born from a thief!
“Send them all away together!” Mo Qilan had lost all interest in talking to them and waved his hand as he instructed.
Several matrons had been tussling with Mo Lanzhi for a long time, but finally one of them saw Mo Qilan’s expression growing increasingly ugly and steeled her heart to wrench her hands behind her back. After untying the decorative sash from her waist and binding her tightly, she forcibly shoved her into the horse carriage.
Now it was Mo Zichen’s turn. Because he had been quite cooperative along the way, his body was free. He stood fixedly in front of Mo Qilan, staring into his eyes for a moment before abruptly asking, “Duke, have you learned something?”
Mo Qilan’s pupils suddenly contracted. He pondered for a moment before asking, “You know?”
Mo Zichen nodded. “Guessed it.”
Mo Qilan fell silent.
Mo Zichen asked again, “What does the Duke plan to do with my mother?”
Mo Qilan didn’t speak and turned his head to glance at the horse carriage.
Mo Zichen understood. He nodded again, proactively climbed onto the horse carriage, and in the instant he lowered the curtain, he suddenly said to Mo Qilan, “Actually, I’ve always been very envious of Mo Ziyuan. He can stand openly in the sunlight, while I can only hide in the darkness. So I’ve always cooperated with my mother to snatch you away from his side because I’m jealous—jealous that he has a good background and the confidence to stand in the sunlight.”
Mo Qilan looked at him with an inscrutable expression.
“I’ll keep an eye on my mother and my sister so they won’t cause you any trouble. So please don’t exterminate us all. Though our background is disgraceful, we at least have the right to live.” As he spoke, Mo Zichen’s voice was extremely flat, without the slightest fluctuation in emotion.
Mo Qilan still didn’t speak and merely waved his hand toward the coachman.
The coachman understood, cracked the horse whip in his hand, and the horse pulling the carriage raised its neck and stepped forward.
Mo Zichen didn’t get a response from Mo Qilan. Though he felt some disappointment in his heart, he pressed his lips together and said nothing. He only gave him a deep look before returning to the horse carriage and lowering the curtain.
Two hours later, the horse carriage had already left the city gate far behind and entered a dirt road. A team of men in black appeared in front of the horse carriage, their faces covered with black cloths, gazes filled with killing intent, and long swords all drawn.
The coachman seemed unsurprised by this, calmly stopping the horse carriage, skillfully unhitching the horses from it, mounting one of them, nodding to the leading man in black, clamping his legs on the horse’s belly, and quickly leaving the place.
The people in the horse carriage didn’t know what was happening outside and could only hear the sound of hooves fading away. Mo Zichen, sitting outermost, bit his teeth with a dark gaze, reached out to lift the curtain. The people behind him all craned their necks to see what was going on, only to come face-to-face with the men in black brimming with killing intent.
“Ah~” In an instant, terrified screams filled the entire carriage.
Mo Zichen closed his eyes. The worst outcome had still come, but it made sense—if he were Mo Qilan, upon learning these truths, he might have done something even more ruthless.
But he was really unwilling!
Seeing the men in black approaching with swords drawn, he closed his eyes. In the last moment of his life, the image that appeared in his mind was unexpectedly Lin Xin’s flower-like smiling face.
Feeling the icy sword edge slide across his neck, Mo Zichen’s lips curved up slightly. However, the anticipated pain did not come. Instead, a somewhat rough large hand roughly pried open his lips and stuffed in a foul-tasting pill.
He abruptly opened his eyes, meeting a gaze filled with love, pity, and comfort. Before he could examine it closely, a wave of dizziness hit him, and he sank deeply into darkness.
“What did you do to my son?” Qi Shi, recovering from her terror, saw Mo Zichen collapsing and immediately shrieked.
What responded to her was a sword thrust straight into her chest, along with the sword-wielder’s look of disgust.
“You, you, you’re…” Qi Shi clutched her chest, tremblingly pointing at the man in black, wanting to say his name, but she had no chance.
The man in black raised an eyebrow the moment she spoke, twisting the sword in her chest cavity. Qi Shi glared with unwilling wide eyes and fell down.
“Ah~” The carriage erupted in wave after wave of screams. A quarter of an hour later, the man in black from before stood again in front of the horse carriage, fresh red blood dripping from the sword in his hand.
“Boss, there are no survivors.”
The leading man in black nodded slightly, bent down to scoop up the unconscious Mo Zichen horizontally, and turned to leave.
The others wiped the blood from their swords on the corpses in the horse carriage, evenly doused the corpses and carriage with tung oil, and finally tossed in a torch.
With a “whoosh,” the entire horse carriage was engulfed in a sea of fire. The men in black stood a bit farther away, expressionlessly watching the burning horse carriage until it turned to charcoal.
The flames gradually extinguished. The men in black walked up close to inspect; the horse carriage was almost completely burned, and the people inside had all turned into charred remains, unrecognizable.
Several of them seemed very satisfied with this, exchanged a glance with each other, and turned to leave together.
In a room airtight to all sides, Mo Zichen slowly woke up. He propped himself up with his groggy head, taking a good while to adapt before barely making out his surroundings.
The furnishings in the room were very simple. Besides the bed beneath him, there was only a square four-legged stool placed not far from the bed. Nothing else was there.
He tried moving his body and was horrified to discover that his foot was chained with a long iron chain, the other end connected to a protruding ring on the wall.
Mo Zichen laboriously climbed off the bed, enduring waves of dizziness as he shuffled step by step to the ring. In just these few steps, his ankle was chafed raw by the heavy chain. He reached out and tugged the chain—not much thinner than his wrist—feeling its icy chill, just like his current mood.
As if accurately knowing he had woken up, the room’s only door was pushed open, and the man in black who had fed him the pill in the horse carriage appeared at the doorway.
“Who are you? Why did you abduct me here? What is this place?” Mo Zichen asked three questions in a row.
“No need to worry. How does your body feel now?” The man in black’s voice was abnormally hoarse; without careful listening, it was impossible to make out what he said.
“I… I’m okay, just a bit dizzy.” Stared at by those deep gray eyes, Mo Zichen felt the surrounding air grow stagnant. He took a deep breath before answering.
