Chapter 3: Daddy's Woman

  In the study of Er Ye, the three Tang masters held a meeting to take over the nameless master. Li Si Xing looked at Mo Mo's eyes with some confusion, slightly furrowed his brow and lowered his head to grasp the fleeting thought in his mind, but they all flew away.

  Mo was also thinking about the night they first met, Li Sihan back then and now were two completely different people. Lian Yue was comforting Qian Yi who couldn't stop crying, while Han Lin occasionally stole glances at Mo.

  "Han Lin, go invite Old Lady over." Li Si Xing shook off the thought he considered unimportant. He followed them and sat down together in the main hall.

  According to the unspoken rules, Qianyi should take over as the new leader, but Qianyi refused, "Now, Wuming needs someone else to lead, I know that I am not suitable for that position now. Li Tangzhu and sister are the best candidates for the leader. Moreover, now I want to find out who killed my father!" Her eyes stared sharply at Er Ye's bedroom.

  Lian Yue hugged her, gently patting her back. Now, saying anything would be useless; all he could do was offer emotional support. Mo Mo's eyes were also red-rimmed as she thought of Mo Tian under the awning, his skeletal frame, and how there wasn't even anyone to collect his body before he died. Tears slid down.

  Through blurry tears, I saw a white handkerchief on the pale hand in front of me, and I was stunned for a moment. I lifted my head to see Li Sihang's face, still as cold as ever. It was still the same person, still the same handkerchief, but my heart had already changed and couldn't go back to what it used to be.

  Actually, the originally indifferent Li Sihang wouldn't have done this, but for some unknown reason, he didn't want to see MoMo cry and be heartbroken. The hand that was extended remained stiff until MoMo took it. After wiping away tears, she tucked it into her bosom, then thought for a moment, reached inside her clothes, and pulled out the white handkerchief that had already been washed. She clenched it in her hand, not daring to look at Li Sihang's face, and timidly handed it forward towards the shadows ahead.

  "Hey, I didn't cry, is this little guy for me?" Han Lin pulled out the handkerchief from Mo Mo's hand and unfolded it in front of himself, flipping it back and forth while looking at it with a downturned mouth. Finally, he let out a "heh" and laughed. "I say, San Er, when did you learn how to coax little kids?" He handed the handkerchief back to Li Si Xing and started circling around Mo Mo, laughing as he looked.

  "What... what are you looking at? What's so good to look at?" Mo Mo bellowed at him, but Han Lin didn't mind, still smiling, his peach blossom eyes full of teasing, his slightly raised eyebrows full of spring color.

  "Hehe, Saner, the little guy you picked is not bad." Just like Mo was an object, without any right to speak. Li Sixing saw Hanlin's fawning and felt a bit uncomfortable. He wondered in his heart: Hanlin's coquettishness was almost seen every day, why did he find it so displeasing today when he saw him treating Mo like that?

  "Han Lin, that's enough. Now is not the time. There will be plenty of time to play later. The matter at hand is urgent!" Li Si Xing said as he folded up the white handkerchief Han Lin had thrown over and put it in his bosom. Han Lin was taken aback but didn't say anything. Just then, they heard the sound of the door curtain outside moving, and everyone turned to look at the wooden door.

  A middle-aged woman. A face with a regular outline. A broad forehead. A slender and beautiful nose. A small mouth. A pair of black, bright and agile big eyes. And two red and moist lips. Black and shiny long hair piled up. A delicate red wooden hairpin was slanted on the head. A silk tight-fitting jacket with a curve that was carved out. The lower body was covered by a pleated skirt that hid her slender legs.

  Her beautiful eyes scanned the room, finally landing on Mo Mo. She slightly furrowed her eyebrows. "If I'm not mistaken, you're Mo Mo?" The woman's gaze was unfriendly as she looked at her. Mo Mo racked her brain to search for any memories of this woman, but there were none.

  "You're quite bold, aren't you? Not even running away yet?" The beautiful woman's inexplicable words left everyone present stunned. Qianyi wiped away her tears and said to the beautiful woman, "Mother, what are you talking about? What does it have to do with Mo Mo?"

  It was actually Qianyi. Seeing her attitude towards MoMo made MoMo's heart lift up. At the same time, she also asked herself: What did I do to offend her?

  "Hmph. Just like his father. Not a good thing." The beautiful woman scorned with a glance, then turned and sat down to the side. "You were just caught yesterday afternoon, and Second Master died that night. Tell me, how could an assassin possibly get in when even a fly can't fly into the heavily guarded mansion? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have a second choice." She picked up the tea cup beside her, blew on it gently.

  "How could it be me? If I had killed someone, would I still be standing here waiting for you to catch me?" Mo Mo was furious. Even if she was an unwanted child, she was still human! She couldn't be treated like this!! "And besides, no matter what my father is, that's his business. It has nothing to do with me. In these fifteen years, he hasn't taken care of my mother and me at all. Why should I pay off his debts?" Mo Mo was on the verge of hysteria.

  The beautiful woman was slightly surprised, but immediately returned to the proud Persian cat state. "Hmph, like father, like son, your dad betrayed the faith, you are a nameless sinner, the son suffers for the father's sins! Besides, who knows what your dad made you do? Hmph!" The beautiful woman bitingly accused Mu Mu of killing Second Master.

  "Mo Mo couldn't have killed Second Master, madam." Lian Yue stared straight into the woman's eyes. "And when Second Master was alive, you were already sowing discord between Mo Tian and the sect. How can it be that now he's dead, you still won't let go?" Lian Yue's intense gaze made the beautiful woman startle, blurting out "What? Mo Tian is dead?!" She widened her beautiful eyes, suddenly standing up. Unbelieving, she stared at Lian Yue, seeing that Lian Yue didn't change his expression, then turned to her own daughter Qian Yi, "Yi'er, is...this true?" Mo Mo watched in confusion, why would her mother be so heartbroken when Father was dead? Didn't she just say she hated Father? Could it be...she...liked Father?

  Mo was startled by his own thoughts, and quickly lowered his head, as if others could see his thoughts, trying to hide himself. Mo, who was still despising his own thoughts, was again shocked by the beautiful woman's words.

  "What should I do?"

  Mumu raised his head to look at the beautiful woman with tears in her eyes, and then turned his head to look at Lianyue, before lowering his head and asking in his heart "Dad, how many... of those do you have?"

  "Madam, your husband has just passed away!" Li Sihang looked at the tearful woman in front of him with disdain, reminding her of the fact that her husband had been murdered.

  "Hmph, you don't want to be with me that much? Mo Tian, even if you're dead, I'll still make your son compensate me!" Turning her head, she glared at Mo Mo, whose eyes widened in fear, instinctively wanting to hide behind Lian Yue. But before she could, Li Si Xing took action, pulling Mo Mo behind him. "Madam, please calm down and accept the change!" He gave Han Lin a signal.

  Heart-led divine will, Han Lin knocked out the beautiful woman and took her away. "Sorry, Li Dazhu, I've caused you trouble, I didn't think my mother still had feelings for him. Originally, we were going to discuss the position of the Tan Master... but now..." Tears fell again. Lian Yue hugged Qianyi into his arms once more, comforting her.

  "Sister, I'm fine. I think I'll go rest now. The rest of the things, you all decide." Watching Qianyi walk far away. MoMo sighed in her heart, having a mother like that is also... troublesome!

  Just as Mo Mo was lamenting, Li Sixiang said "Dean Lian, the position of nameless Dean, I wouldn't want it even if you gave it to me. In terms of seniority or experience, I am not as good as you." Li Sixiang handed over the Wu Zhong Tang seal in his hand to Lian Yue's hand, "Everything is up to you, I, Li Sixiang, will absolutely be loyal to the Dean!"

  "Mr. Li, this is a serious matter. Although I, Lian Yue, am an unknown old man, we must still follow the rules. There's something I'm not sure if I should say or not." Without receiving Li Si Xing's seal, Lian Yue also sat down on a chair beside him.

  "Please speak," said Li Si-xing, who also sat down after putting away his seal.

  "Second Master's same mother but different father older brother, the original Old Tureen Master had a daughter. At that time, Nameless suffered attacks from various Jianghu factions and was in a precarious situation. The old master then sent his daughter to be raised by a farming family, and until now has not been found. Logically speaking, she should be the true heir of Nameless."

  "Hmm, does Mr. Lian know that Old Tan's daughter is there?" Li Sihang's eyes involuntarily drifted towards Mo Mo, and he felt that something was being overlooked, which made him feel very uncomfortable and even a bit annoyed.

  Mo Mo felt his gaze and was slightly stunned, had he remembered?