“As expected, Cousin did not tell you anything at all, it looks like he really loves you. The probability of a Heaven Tribulation happening is said to only occur after one becomes a Mystic Spirit Master; based on the Patriarch’s calculation, Cousin has at most two years before a Heaven Tribulation erupts. If he is unable to pass through it, the consequences would be very dire; it may even lead to death.” Mu Rong Xin Nuo said with a slight grieve.
Her attitude became even more pitiful.
As she spoke, she suddenly kneeled towards Huan Qing Yan with a ‘thud’, “Lady Huan, Cousin was kidnapped by the Demons when young, and was tormented greatly in the hands of Demons. Later on, he lost his father, while his relationship with his mother have never been good. In front of people he is a talented celestial-like icon, but in fact, he is very pitiful. If you really love him, please take a step back, there is no need for you to retreat too far; just move from his side to his back will be enough. Give that position to a woman that can aid Cousin…”
Huan Qing Yan also started to hesitate.
If it was only for customary reasons, she would never consider giving in, even if it would cause Ji Mo Ya to leave the clan. If he has nothing in under his name, they could go visit the far corners of the continent, to live a secluded life…
However, it was currently a problem regarding Ji Mo Ya’s life and death.
The Heaven Tribulations; a light consequence might mean a regress in his cultivation, a medium consequence might mean developing inner demons, and a heavy consequence might mean death.
Huan Qing Yan was unable to take a gamble’ she was unwilling to let him receive even a tiny bit of harm, even if it was only a probability.
However, this matter was not something for Mu Rong Xin Nuo to beg, what was Mu Rong Xin Nuo’s position and standpoint for her to make this request?
She helped Mu Rong Xin Nuo up; even if Mu Rong Xin Nuo was unwilling to stand up, she was still pulled up, “There is no need for Lady Mu Rong to act as such, you are only Ji Mo Ya’s cousin, there is no need for you to beg me. This is a matter between me and Ji Mo Ya, even if one is to worry, it would not be you to be the one, you can go back.”
Huan Qing Yan’s voice was slightly cold, slightly impolite.
She needs to calm down as she has no energy to continue dealing with this White Lotus.
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Mu Rong Xin Nuo started crying, “Lady Huan, I know I am being meddlesome. I know that if Cousin finds out, he will also blame me. However, this is related to Cousin’s future, that is why was unable to hold back… Lady Huan, I really did not want to separate the two of you. Cousin loves you, even if you become a concubine, he will also not allow you to suffer any grievances. It is useless even if we tried to persuade Cousin; only you can make that suggestion, Cousin will only listen to you…”
At that moment, a voice like a refreshing spring came from outside the building.
“Mu Rong Xin Nuo, you should not have come to this place!”
Quickly after, the door of the Hidden Fragrance Pavilion was forcefully kicked opened.
A person wearing a gauze hat walked in, below the gauze hat revealed a chin that was sculpted to perfection, the light fair skin was covered in sparse and neat stubbles, displaying the strong masculinity of the person.
An air of graceful nobility was exuded with every move and action from this person’s body.
When Huan Qing Yan saw the person, her eyes sparkled, “Ji Mo Ya, you have returned?”
Ji Mo Ya threw away the gauzed hat on his head, revealing his exquisite face. His face was displaying a cold intent but the moment he faced Huan Qing Yan, it melted, slightly.
He walked up a step, and half embraced Huan Qing Yan, “There are quite a bit of matters, only now did I complete most of it, causing me to return late.”
On the other side, Mu Rong Qing Nuo’s eyes were red from the fright she got after being shouted at by Ji Mo Ya; with a look that was on the brink of tears, “Cousin, I… I…”
Ji Mo Ya gently planted a kiss on Huan Qing Yan’s forehead, before turning towards Mu Rong Xin Nuo, his expression returned to that bland and cold look, “Mu Rong Xin Nuo, the matter between me and Little Yan had nothing to do with you. You can return and tell my mother this; if she hold certain ideas that she should not, then the bond of mother and son will end now.”