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Chapter 8 - Chapter 8: The Betrayal of Lovers and Friends

The atmosphere changed in an instant.

Mo Ling never thought that she would recite so heavily, he could only grit her teeth and endure the pain on her body, "I'll say it again, let go of my hand!"

Ou Yang Yin Shun was expressionless and did not speak. He had already completely removed his disguise and his entire body was emitting an ice-cold aura. Even the air had become a lot colder along with him.

Seeing that, Mo Ling slowly closed her eyes, she spoke one sentence softly, and her surroundings suddenly released a cold wind.

Ou Yang Yin Shun could vaguely see something that looked like smoke floating behind Mo Ling, the smoke directly flying towards his chest.

"Pfft — —" Ou Yang Yin Shun didn't manage to see anything clearly. He only felt a huge force push him away and he retreated a few steps back, stabilizing himself. Then, he tasted something sweet in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Ling's condition didn't look any better either. Her face was pale and her forehead was covered in sweat. She looked like she had just expended a lot of energy.

"Woman, it seems that you are even more complicated than I imagined." As Ou Yang Yin Shun said that, he wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the blood on his black clothes slowly seeped into his clothes and disappeared.

"It's still a long time before we meet." After Ou Yang Yin Shun finished speaking, he once again disappeared into thin air.

Mo Ling gasped for breath, her body was unsteady as she sat on the ground. She clutched her chest and slowly shook out a small piece of the mirror shard from her sleeve. The mirror shard slowly turned black and eventually turned into something like a stone. The force that struck Ou Yang Yin Shun just now came from inside.

Since Mo Ling could use the Spirit Qi, she could also use the power of ghosts. Using the mirror as a medium, she sealed a few spirit bodies inside it and refined them into Soul Descending Mirror.

In the Mo Family, it was not difficult to summon a vengeful spirit. However, Mo Ling's current body was not at the same level as before, so she could not create Soul Descending Mirror as he wished. Furthermore, when she used it, it would also bring about some backlash.

"Damn it, I finally managed to make one. It's actually wasted." Mo Ling cursed, his face filled with pity.

However, crippling him was akin to crippling him. Even if he regretted, there was nothing he could do. Mo Ling could only rest at his original spot for a while, then get up and slowly walk back to his own courtyard.

When he was passing by the small garden, Mo Ling caught a glimpse of a blue-clothed man leisurely walking towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake with a teacup in his hand.

Mo Ling's eyes immediately lit up, her gaze continued to chase after the blue figure, her face filled with wild joy.

"Xu He." Just as he was about to shout out loud, he suddenly realized that there was a woman sitting in the pavilion right in the middle of the lake. In her hands was a fan, gently waving it around, her posture was graceful and elegant. Mo Ling felt a sense of familiarity when he looked at it.

The blue-clothed man slowly walked to the side of the woman and handed her a teacup. Then, he gently tied up a strand of her hair before he lowered his head and whispered something into her ear. The two of them laughed together.

Mo Ling looked at the two's soft and tender appearances, and suddenly felt as if a pair of big hands was pinching her heart. She was in pain and grief, and her chest was suffocating.

"No, how is that possible?" Mo Ling could not believe the scene in front of him.

The blue-clothed man was called Zheng Xu He, the young master of the Hundred Year Family's Zheng Family. He was also the State Grandmaster of the Saints, and he was … Mo Ling's lover, or rather, the former lover. After all, she had already died twelve years ago.

Mo Ling was a very cold-hearted person, and as a Family Head, she was even more selfless. However, there was only one person who Mo Ling would smile the moment she saw her, and would always be frank with her. It was Zheng Xu He.

At that time Mo Family was very busy and she was unable to leave him, so he came to find her, telling her to eat breakfast, bringing her lunch, and accompanying her for dinner. He was a young master himself, waiting upon others, yet willing to lower himself to cook for her.

The first and only time Mo Ling had been poisoned was for him. Although the poison wasn't that powerful, there was only one person in this world who could make her willingly suffer in place of him.

Mo Ling looked at the loving and beautiful figure in the pavilion, and she did not feel the usual anger and resentment of a little girl. She was upset and tearful, her face incomparably calm, but the pain in her heart was ten thousand times greater than others.

But right now, Mo Ling did not have any complaints about Zheng Xu He changing her heart, after all she was dead, and his life was still going on, why would she ask for him to stay together for her entire life?

Mo Ling also deeply remembered this face in her mind. This was her personal maid from before, and at the same time, she was a close sister of many years. Her name was Mo Rou.

Mo Ling treated her like family. Not only did she help her tear her indenture contract, she also helped her enter the Mo Family's household register. When they got along, she also never put on the airs of a master and servant.

Why were the two of them together?

At this time, a servant suddenly passed by. They were walking and chatting, and didn't notice Mo Ling.

"The Imperial Advisor is so kind to his wife. He's personally serving her tea."

"That's right, our Master Mo might be able to get married, but he is truly blessed."

"Of course. I heard that when the Imperial Advisor asked the Emperor to grant him the marriage, he said that he had grown up in love with Lord Mo. Naturally, he loved and envied him."

Upon hearing this, the emotions that had just calmed down immediately started to churn again. She stood firmly in her original position, her mind completely blank, as the words of the few maids continuously echoed in her ears.

Mo Rou had married Zheng Xu He, and Zheng Xu He was the one who personally requested for the emperor's bestowment of marriage.

"Love from a young age..." Mo Ling said as her eyes lost focus, "You two have had such feelings for each other since you were young, so what if I am one? So what if your gentleness is to me?" She clearly remembered that at that time, Zheng Xu He and Mo Rou had told each other that they did not know each other.

She mechanically returned to the small courtyard, closed the door, hugged her knees and curled up on the couch.

Her mind was filled with memories of the past, scenes of love with Zheng Xu He, with Mo Rou, with the sisters. She had once thought that these were all the wealth of her life, but now it had all turned into slaps on her face, burning with pain.

After a moment of loneliness, Mo Ling regained her senses and started to think carefully about Zheng Xu He.

There was nothing that happened in the world for no reason, and the two of them would not lie to her for no reason.

Mo Ling slowly narrowed her eyes. The details of the poison incident from before returned to her mind, and when she looked back now, she suddenly felt that those coincidences that seemed to be unintentional might have been plotted against by someone else.