Chapter 2: The Death of Er Ye

  When I woke up again, the sky was already bright. I stretched my waist and this sleep was great, of course, except for the guy who disturbed my sleep in the middle of the night. I got up, dressed, opened the window, let fresh air penetrate every corner of the room, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt refreshed and invigorated.

  "Xiao He!" Called out Xiao He, but no one responded. Where did this girl go so early? Forget it, I'll do it myself!

  Opening the door, just about to go out, but collided with Xia He who was coming in. Both of them retreated and sat down on the ground. The copper basin in Xia He's hand fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

  "Young master, are you alright? Xiao Hei is going to die for bumping into you." Xiao Hei's strength was considerable, and with minimal effort, she lifted Mo Mo off the ground. She blinked a few times, looking at Xiao Hei in front of her - this girl wasn't simple! Seeing Xiao Hei's strange gaze, her body stiffened slightly. "Young master, are you alright? I'll go get some water for you to wash up." Picking up the copper basin that was still rolling around on the ground, Xiao Hei disappeared from her line of sight with a quick turn.

  "Momo, why are you standing at the door?" The familiar voice of Lian Yue suddenly sounded in her ear. She looked up to see his exquisite face that was difficult to describe. Even now, she still didn't understand why Lian Yue was so good to her. Just yesterday, they were strangers who even wanted to kill each other, but now...

  Perhaps it was the expression on Momo's face that was full of doubt, Lian Yue smiled and nodded at her small nose, saying: "I'll answer your question later, now go wash your face first, and come find me in the partitioned hall afterwards!" Her smile made Momo's body hair stand on end, and she could only mechanically force out a smile that was even uglier than crying.

  She closed the door, and suddenly thought of Lian Yue's smile, and her whole body was covered in cold sweat. No, it's too dangerous here, escape! Now she could escape from here, rush to the bedside, pick up the clothes her mother made for her, and just about to pack them up, but then suddenly sat down softly on the bed. Where can I escape to? Just a moment of thought, and she calmed down, "Hehehe! The world is so big, yet there's no place where I can settle, where can I escape to?" She smiled bitterly at her own miserable fate.

  "Master, wash your face." Xiao He's clear voice awakened Mo Mo from his wandering thoughts.

  "Uh, thank you." I don't know when I can get used to being called "young master", not accustomed to others serving me, even more unaccustomed to being called "young master". But after arguing with Xiaohua for half a day, all I got was Xiaohua calling me "Mo Zhu" (Ink Master), speechless!

  "Master Mo, Lian Tang said he'd take you out for dinner." Xiao He took out the new clothes that Lian Yue had made for Mo Mo.

  "Little Lotus, this outfit is fine, no need to change." MoMo clutched the clothes she was wearing tightly and refused to change.

  "This is much better than the one you're wearing. No patches, and it's made of top-notch material! Nobody in our Cold Moon Hall has clothes as nice as this!" Xiao He held up the new clothes, waving them in front of Mo Mo, hoping she would change quickly. "Mo Mo, don't dawdle. It's not good to keep Lian Tang Zhu waiting."

  The little lotus's words inadvertently made Mo think of Lian Yue, the woman with an icy gaze but a warm tone. The strong contrast sent a chill down her spine. Just as she was about to unbutton her clothes, she saw Little Lotus holding up new clothes, ready for her to put on. A cold sweat dripped down. She almost forgot that there was still someone standing here who would help her change - Little Lotus. "Uh...Little Lotus, I need to change my clothes..."

  "Yes. Ink Master." Xia He didn't move. She just stared at me with her two eyes.

  "Xiao He... I... am a man..." Mo Mo stopped unbuttoning his clothes and looked at her, hoping she would understand. "I'm a man. I need to change clothes. Please avert your gaze."

  "Hehe. Ink Master. Xia He is your local person." Xia He ignored the information in her eyes, and looked back at her with a naive expression. Again speechless. What do you mean by Xia He is your local person?! This sentence is...

  "I want to change my clothes myself..." The implication is useless. Just speak directly then! This should work, right?!

  Mo's words made Xiaohua blink twice, and then two lines of clear tears flowed out slowly. "Master Mo, since Master Lian gave me to you, I am your person now. No matter what Master Mo wants me to do, I will do it. Don't you even trust me with this small thing like changing clothes?"

  "Hey, don't cry, I...I didn't say you can't change...I am...I am..." Xiao He's tears left Mo Mo speechless! But seeing her cry so sorrowfully, he could only go forward to comfort her and wipe away her tears.

  "That's good, Mo Zhu, take off this dress." Seeing the tears in Xiao He's eyes disappear, Mo Mo was speechless again. It's really not easy for tears to be retracted so freely!

  To prevent her daughter's exposure, MoMo refused to let XiaoHe help, and after arguing for half a day, she could only reluctantly compromise and let XiaoHe tidy up her messy hair.

  In the midst of the loud shouting, that one head finally got sorted out. Little He wiped away his sweat and looked at the head on the ground which had been pulled down due to being tied in a knot, "Master Mo, should I tie up this head for you or..."

  "You figure it out." Usually with a messy hairdo like that, Momo can't give her good advice.

  "Mo Zhu, you..." Xia He stared at Mo Mo in the mirror, hesitating to speak.

  "Whatever it is, just say it, don't be hesitant." Mo said while choosing a ribbon to tie up her hair in front of the copper mirror.

  "Does the ink know what it looks like itself?"

  Except for the blind, everyone knows what they look like, right? Without thinking, he said directly: "Haha, joke, I'm not blind, of course I know what I look like." However, Xiaohua's brainless question made MoMo raise his head to look at the copper mirror.

  She gave herself a whistle in her heart, and without that messy hair, she found herself quite pretty. Her gaze moved from her own face to Xiaohua's eyes in the mirror, seeing the pity and helplessness in them, which shocked her. She quickly turned around to look at Xiaohua, but that expression was already gone. Had she just seen things?

  "Hehe, Xiaohua likes you so much." Xiaohua rested her chin on Momo's shoulder, appearing intimate, but the hand probing her chest betrayed her motive. With quick reflexes, she grabbed Xiaohua's hand, "Xiaohua, you're not mine yet..." Momo chuckled and stroked her hand, feeling the smooth skin, which felt great. Due to this action, Xiaohua quickly pulled back her grasped hand, "I hate it! Momo, we should head to the main hall now."

  Reimondō Shusha

  "Auntie" Mo Mo finally came to a stop and greeted Lian Yue with a bow.

  "Hey, don't be like that!" She came over to help Mo Mo up, and she didn't dodge, letting Lian Yue help her up. "I really couldn't tell, you're usually so fierce when fighting, but you're actually so polite and courteous."

  "My mother has always taught me this way," she said, sitting down at the dinner table and staring straight at Jianyue's face.

  "Your mother... Ah yes, Mo Tian is indeed married!" Lian Yue thought of Mo Tian's wife and seemed a bit distracted, sitting down with the chair still in a daze.

  Intuition told Mo that Lian Yue must have something to do with her family, so she asked directly: "Auntie, are you...". She originally wanted to ask if she had an affair with her father, but was afraid it would be too straightforward and the other party wouldn't say anything. After thinking about it, she decided not to ask and wait for Lian Yue to speak up when she felt like it.

  Perhaps Lian Yue saw Mo Mo's expression of wanting to speak but stopping, and her ambiguous face. "Mo Mo!" She handed the rice bowl to her and said, "Eat! I'll tell you a story!" Lian Yue waved her hand, letting all the servants retreat, now only the two of them were left.

  Should I say it?

  Lian Yue's eyes wandered aimlessly, finally settling on a small blade of grass outside the door. Her soft red lips parted slightly, and a gentle voice slowly emerged from them.

  "On the mountain of Western Building, there lived a pair of siblings who grew up together since childhood. They had an extremely good relationship and went through the trials and tribulations of the mechanisms in Western Building together, becoming chivalrous heroes who could vanquish the strong and support the weak. That year, not long after their senior brother went down the mountain, he brought back a woman with a big belly and said that the child in her womb was his. Their master, who was also the girl's father, was very angry when he found out about this matter. He abolished his senior brother's martial arts skills and expelled him from the mountain gate, never to see each other again. However, the junior sister missed her senior brother dearly and tried every means to find out about his whereabouts. She finally discovered that he had joined the Nameless Clan. The junior sister was worried that the news of her senior brother losing all his martial arts skills would be exposed, so she secretly joined the Nameless Clan behind her father's back to help her senior brother complete his tasks. It went on like this for ten years until her senior brother inadvertently discovered the secret of the second master of the Nameless Clan and helped him steal the black jade..."

  Lian Yue was just about to continue speaking when he was interrupted by someone who suddenly burst in. Mo Mo looked up at the newcomer, it was Qian Yi.

  "Qianyi? What's wrong? Don't panic..." Lianyue got up and reached out to support the pale-faced girl.

  "Brother...thousand wings raised his head, tears had slid down his cheeks, making his face even paler," "Brother...my dad...he...he was killed by someone...I..." The rest of the words were inaudible due to choking.

  "Who's that?!" Mo Mo tilted her head and thought hard, but Lian Yue quickly gave her the answer. "Impossible! There's no one in this world who can surpass Second Master's kung fu, let alone kill him!" Lian Yue's face was full of incredulity.

  "Where's Er Ye? Take me to see him." Perhaps it was sudden, even Mo Mo following behind didn't notice.

  The three people who were walking hastily did not appear in the back, but followed them to the bedroom of the second master of the general altar.

  It turned out to be true, when they arrived, the second master was indeed dead in his own bedroom. A person who looked like a young man was examining the second master's room, and Mo Mo also sized up the room and the young man.

  The young man had his back to her, and she couldn't see his face clearly, but he was tall and slender, with a neat and tidy appearance. His hands were delicate and smooth, but there were thick calluses on the tiger's mouth, which showed that he had been holding a sword for a long time. Mo felt interested in him and continued to look at him, while the young man also turned around because of her gaze, coldly swept his eyes over Mo, and then turned back to check the room again.

  It's him! The one by the water, but his eyes are too cold, not the one who wiped away her tears and looked at her with clear eyes. Holding onto the handkerchief in her pocket that she couldn't bear to throw away, she frowned as she gazed at his unfamiliar cold eyes.

  "Who are you?" she asked timidly, but immediately regretted it. She bit her tongue and didn't dare look at the young man.

  "He is the master of Wuchong Hall, Li Sixing." Lian Yue kindly replied to Mo Mo's regret. She raised her head and took a glance at Li Sixing, who seemed to be ignoring her completely. Perhaps he remembered his past affairs but forgot about her.

  His eyes moved from the man to the room, the doors and windows were intact, there was no sign of a struggle inside, and the candles on the table were still burning. The pages of the book that had not been bound were also not scattered. Everything indicated that Er Ye's death was accidental, but why did Qian Yi say that his father was murdered?

  "The doors and windows didn't move, but that doesn't mean no one came in. There's no sign of a struggle, maybe it was someone Second Master knew who snuck up on him." The speaker was another young man standing by the door, scanning them with his eyes. His white shirt was slightly wrinkled, with golden embroidery at the cuffs and collar, and a sash of the same color and pattern tied around his waist. However, a few strands of hair had escaped and were floating on his shoulders, as if blown by an invisible wind from outside the door, making him look like a celestial being. His extremely handsome face only added to this impression, making people feel that he was not quite human.

  "Han Lin, at this time you still have the mind to tease!" Lian Yue saw Han Lin leaning on the door frame, his lower body and head swaying automatically without wind, and his anger was fully revealed. He then turned around to look at Li Si Xing who had finished checking the room, "Alright, my great master, shouldn't we notify the brothers from each hall to come here now?"

  The blue silk slowly fell, the collar returned to its place, and Momo appeared. The static Han Lin was even more beautiful, like a still-life portrait, making people unable to help but admire him. Momo sighed at Han Lin's beauty, and also shook his head. When using beauty to describe a man, it's really hard to say whether it's an honor or a misfortune for him.

  "Si Xing, bring out your Wu Zhong Order. This matter cannot be suppressed by just a few of us. Qian Yi, hand over your Fei Long Order as well."

  The nameless will have no peaceful days from now on.