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Chapter 22 - Disgraceful

"Mo Ling..." Xia Zhi, who was on the bed, woke up. She muttered softly and his hands danced chaotically in the air, asking about the smell of blood in the air.

Regarding Mo Family, Xia Zhi also knew about it. Although they hadn't seen each other for many years, she definitely wouldn't be like this.

Since Mo Ling did not admit it, she did not ask, as long as she could stay by Mo Ling's side.

"I'm fine." Xia Zhi said weakly.

Mo Ling nodded, and instructed Xia Zhi to rest well. Ou Yang Yin Shun had only given her three days' time. She had to think of a way to leave the Mo Family and go participate in the Imperial City Auction with him.

Mo Ling took out a broken copper mirror and used her own blood as a sacrifice to summon Mo Ling Yan's soul. Last time, when she finally summoned Mo Ling Yan's soul, before she even had the chance to ask, she was interrupted by Ou Yang Yin Shun.

It had been twelve years, and many people in the Mo Family were different from what Mo Ling had seen back then.

After he lightly chanted the incantation, Mo Ling was quickly surrounded by a ball of white fog. The mirror in her hand revealed a face that was exactly the same as hers, it was just that there was an unerasable fear and dread between the eyebrows of the girl in the mirror.

"Are you Mo Ling Yan?" Mo Ling asked. The girl in the mirror nodded her head.

She was Mo Ling Yan, Mo Family's most useless Third Miss. He was dead, but he still held fear towards the people of Mo Family. After communicating with them, Mo Ling did not get any useful information from Mo Ling.

"Disperse!" Mo Ling's finger pointed at the girl's forehead in the mirror, and the girl in the mirror instantly disappeared. Mo Ling was a little disappointed. Mo Ling Yan was really a piece of trash who didn't know anything about the major events that had occurred in the Mo Family in the past twelve years.

No wonder he died so miserably. Even if he didn't use it, no one else could be blamed for it. Mo Ling didn't have much sympathy for Mo Ling Yan.

The next day, the moment Mo Ling woke up, she heard the Mo Family servants bustling with activity.

The small courtyard Mo Ling lived in was in the most secluded part of the Mo Mansion, so normally, no one would come to the place.

After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, Mo Ling stood in front of his bed and checked on Xia Zhi's condition. After a period of treatment, Xia Zhi's vitality had recovered, but it would still take a long time for him to truly recover.

"Third Miss, you are Third Miss." She could not see it, but she could sense Mo Ling's position.

Mo Ling nodded. Although she could not accept his current identity, she had no choice but to admit it, "Yes, I am Mo Ling Yan."

Mo Ling Yan, Mo Ling, there was only a one word difference, but the two were like heaven and earth.

"Spiritual Master," said Xia Zhi cordially. Mo Ling did not stop him and happily accepted the title. There was a tacit understanding between them that she understood and she believed that Xia Zhi understood as well.

Dong, dong, dong …

A series of arrogant and rude knocking sounds came from the door. Mo Ling put down Xia Zhi's hand and walked to the door.

When he opened the door, Mo Ling saw a mama dressed in purple with a body similar to Xia Zhi's. His wrinkled face was filled with arrogance and disdain, as he looked contemptuously at Mo Ling who was at the door. Mo Ling had some impression of this mama in his mind. He knew that he was picked up from the outside by Mo Rou.

Because their bodies were very similar to Xia Zhi's, they were often mistaken for him. Back then, Mo Ling wanted to kill her because she made a mistake, but she was stopped by Mo Rou and the Zhao mama disappeared later on.

Who would have thought that following Mo Rou at her side right now would result in him taking advantage of someone else's influence.

"Madame Rou has ordered, Mo Mansion has an esteemed guest visiting today, I request Third Miss to properly dress up to welcome the esteemed guest, do not lose face for Mo Family." The Zhao mama spoke as if she was announcing an edict, and even disdainfully spat at Mo Ling when she arrived, "I really don't know what Madame Rou is thinking, to actually let a trash like you welcome my esteemed guest."

Mo Ling's expression was indifferent, her eyes were as calm as a dry well, and she looked at Zhao mama without any emotion.

"Got it." In regards to this kind of arrogant dog slave, Mo Ling never put him in her eyes. Mo Ling's gaze swept across Zhao mama's face, but she was attracted by her pair of legs.

It was only a short moment of attention, but Mo Ling retracted her gaze.

Seeing this, the Zhao mama impatiently urged, "What are you dawdling for, hurry up and go, don't make this esteemed guest wait anymore."

With that, Zhao mama turned and left, leading the way for Mo Ling.

Passing through a corridor, Mo Ling saw Mo Ling Yuan dressed in a pink dress, in just a night's time, she had regained her senses, but, hidden beneath the dense rouge, was a pale and weak face.

With Ling Luo's body, the golden hairpin matched perfectly, Mo Ling Yuan walked over leisurely. When she saw Mo Ling, a look of cowardice flashed past her eyes. She still vividly remembered what happened at the Ancestral Temple that day, and did not dare to offend Mo Ling. It only stared at Mo Ling for a second, and then passed by him.

With a sneer in his heart, Mo Ling followed them towards the guest hall. Mo Ling couldn't help but begin to doubt in his heart, if not someone from a branch of the Mo Family, who would come to the Mo Family at this time? If it was someone from a side branch, how could Zhao mama say that they were an esteemed guest?

Vaguely, Mo Ling felt that something was about to happen.

"Ling Yuan greets Madame Rou. Father greets your benefactor." Mo Ling Yuan gracefully bowed, and Mo Yi was gratified to be able to let Mo Ling Yuan take a seat at his side.

Although Mo Ling Yuan was not as beautiful as Mo Ling Xuan, she still looked like a little girl after dressing up.

After that, Mo Ling walked into the guest hall. Her gaze was as calm and indifferent as an ancient well, the white dress and simple makeup were out of place with the atmosphere in the guest hall.

This was too embarrassing!

With a sorrowful and aggrieved tone, coupled with the tattered white clothes that she wore, anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell how unfavoured the Mo Family was.

Especially when compared to Mo Ling Yuan who was in front of her, her clothes were not even comparable to a servant girl!

Seeing that, Mo Yi swallowed his words back into his stomach, a stomach full of anger that could not be released. This Third Miss had always been a superfluous existence of the Mo Mansion, he didn't even acknowledge his own daughter, and didn't understand why Mo Rou let her come out this time.

It was simply a disgrace!

Mo Ling stood in front of everyone, and looked down at the surface of her shoes. Both of her hands hung at her sides but she continuously tugged at the hem of her skirt. However, if one looked closely, there was a hint of ridicule on the corner of her mouth, which was covered by her hair. Her eyes were also filled with a deep sense of scheming.

She wanted to make Mo Yi feel ashamed!

He didn't think that Mo Ling was curious about the owner of this voice.