The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

Chapter 6: The Hatred Within Those Eyes

“What lao ye said is right, it was this qie that poisoned her to death! From the day that lao ye got drunk and started to pamper and visit her, a thorn started to pierce this qie’s heart! It was because this qie was benevolent, lenient, and had allowed her to give birth to Yao Mo Xin that sort of lowlife! Which caused Su Luan’s position as Empress to be snatched away! If this qie didn’t give her slow poison when she became pregnant with Yao Mo Wan, that Yao Mo Wan would definitely become a fox enchantress like her sister! Although Yao Mo Wan didn’t die as a fetus in her belly, but at least she was born as an idiot!” Dou Xiang Lan’s appearance was sinister as she glared towards the bed couch at Mo Li, shrieking hatefully.

‘Pah—‘ In midst of Dou Xiang Lan’s unrestrained deride, Yao Zhen Ting’s palm once again swept over.

“Since you’ve already admitted it, then lao fu will place righteousness before family and personally accompany you to the Ministry of Justice!” Yao Zhen Ting spoke vehemently, walking ahead with the intent to drag Dou Xiang Lan, but had his path obstructed.

“Lao ye should look at this secret report first, taking action later won’t be too late!” Dou Xiang Lan abruptly shook off Yao Zhen Ting’s palm, flinging the paper tucked in her sleeve over. Yao Zhen Ting hesitated for a moment, but in the end bent over to pick up the letter.

Looking at the letter in his hands, Yao Zhen Ting’s facial color turned more and more purple, changing at the speed of flipping through a book, until at last, with a faint frown Yao Zhen Ting tucked the letter into his sleeve. After a flash of hesitation ran through his eyes, he slowly walked towards Dou Xiang Lan and, with a small smile, reached out to help Dou Xiang Lan up.

“I’ve wronged fu ren, never would have thought Mo Xin, that ungrateful wretch, would do such an immoral thing. It’s still fu ren that thought things through most clearly, having this lowlife woman die is also good. In a while lao fu will have the steward throw her corpse into the Disorder Burial Mound so as to not irritate fu ren’s mood. Just then lao fu acted with a heavy hand, does fu ren still hurt?” Yao Zhen Ting’s finger stroked across the corner of Dou Xiang Lan’s lip, helping her wipe away the drop of blood, appearing pained and regretful as he spoke.

夫人 – “fu ren” way of saying wife, but also refers to their status as mistress of the house.

“As long as lao ye realizes his wrong, it’s good. Yao Mo Xin has already died, the seat of empress will definitely fall into my daughter, Su Luan’s hands. Henceforth, Yao fu can depend on Su Luan for their honor and reputation!” Dou Xiang Lan cast a side glance at Yao Zhen Ting, deliberately speaking with this reminder.

“Yes, yes…… fu ren must be tired, lao fu will help you back to your room to rest.” Yao Zhen Ting attentively supported Dou Xiang Lan out the door. Giving a glance at Mo Li out of the corner of his eyes, the depths of his eyes showed a thread of a sigh.

Just as Yao Zhen Ting helped Dou Xiang Lan out of the room, Yao Mo Wan suddenly dodged behind the elm tree in the corner of the courtyard to hide. Until the two disappeared from the Bright Virtuous Pavilion, only then did Yao Mo Wan run out, rushing straight into the room.

“Mother…… Daughter came too late…… mother!” Yao Mo Wan threw herself down towards the bed couch, drop after large drop of tears rolled down and dropped. Her knees bent and she dropped into a kneel on the ground, both hands tightly grasping Mo Li’s already cold fingers, she mournfully wailed.

Don’t know how long she had cried before Yao Mo Wan slowly lifted her eyes. In her desolate ice-cold pupils rolled dense hollow darkness.

“Mother…… go at peace, daughter will definitely get justice for you! All the pain that Dou Xiang Lan caused you, I will pay it back hundredfold! And that Yao Zhen Ting that doesn’t deserve to be called a husband, to be called someone’s father! Daughter swears to you, they will die miserably……” A burst of ice cold laughter suddenly sounded forth, resounding in the skies of the Bright Virtuous Pavilion, it was terrifyingly eerie as if the cry of a ghoul. The current Yao Mo Wan’s existence was like that of King Yama from the underworld, from her body to her very bones exuded chilliness.

Right at this moment, the sound of urgent footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Yao Mo Wan’s willow brows knitted, without taking the time to think she instinctively bent over to hide below the bed couch. Before she comes up with a plan, she can’t easily show herself, otherwise she’ll end up inadvertently alerting an enemy.

“Unfold the straw mat.” Yao Tu spoke with a deep voice, his sharp gaze watching the two old servant behind him. Old servant Zi Shi obeyed the order and spread the straw mat that was tucked under his arm out evenly on the ground.

“Steward Yao, are we really going to throw Second Madam into the Disorder Burial Mound?” Old servant Chen Qiang asked doubtfully.

“Here is fifty taels of silver, you two listen carefully. Carry Second Madam out from the back door, buy a top quality coffin and bury her properly!” Yao Tu ordered in a low voice while talking out from his own chest a heavy purse.

“But lao ye……” Chen Qiang reluctantly received the silver as he spoke with a worried frown.

“Would lao ye watch what you guys do!? While Second Madam was alive she didn’t treat us badly, this is all we can do for her. Remember, be covert when you bury her.” Yao Tu exhorted.

“Then what should we write on the gravestone?” Chen Qiang asked.

“Gravestone…… Ah! Just stand a blank gravestone for now! To prevent side issues from continuing to rise.” Yao Tu gave a long sigh. When his gaze landed on the couch where Mo Li was laying, he couldn’t help but sigh.

“Eldest Miss is the current Empress, how could lao ye dare to treat Second Madam this way?” Chen Qiang and another old servant lifted Mo Li off the bed as Chen Qiang grumbled to himself.

“Hush! Just focus on the job, what are you talking so much for!” Yao Tu gave a warning, but he had already guessed a few scenarios. It can be assumed that something must have happened to Eldest Miss in the palace, otherwise, even if lao ye was just putting on an act he would still have given Second Madam a grand burial.

When the two started carrying Mo Li’s corpse out of the Bright Virtuous Pavilion, Yao Tu originally was planning to leave as well, but was suddenly shocked. He ordered Chen Qiang to leave first, turning around to tightly close the doors.

“Third Miss?” After Chen Qiang and the other servant walked pretty far away, Yao Tu then turned around to look below the bed couch, calling out softly. Beneath the bed, Yao Mo Wan knew that she had accidentally let out a sound just now, continuing to hide was already meaningless, so she crawled out from below the bed, choking with sobs.

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Credits: Translated by Chiyomira, Edited by Mintzu

[Chiyomira’s Corner]

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