Zhao Fengnian was not foolish; he wouldn’t easily believe information from an unknown source. But what if this information was pecked out by several woodpeckers right in front of him on a piece of wood?
When he saw Fan ijiao, who was delirious, being dragged out like a dead dog, Zhao Fengnian knew that this ti he could definitely use this opportunity to push the Zhao Family to new heights. Thus, when the Mu Family was about to detail Fan ijiao’s litany of cris, Zhao Fengnian preempted them and directly exposed the Mu Family’s sordid secret that they had been trying to hide.
The Mu Family racked their brains but could not figure out how Zhao Fengnian had beco aware of this disgraceful matter. They only knew that if they insisted on putting Fan ijiao to death, it wouldn’t take until tomorrow for the scandal about Second Master Mu’s impotence and preference for n to spread throughout every street and alley of Jing City.
Wipe out everyone from the Zhao and Fan Families? Don’t be foolish, if Zhao Fengnian dared to make a ruckus openly, wouldn’t he have anticipated this and prepared a Plan B? If he were truly so short-sighted, he would not have been able to rise to his current high position in just a little more than twenty years.
The Mu Family wanted face, the Zhao Family wanted profit, and Fan ijiao beca a pivot point between them. Once the pivot shifted, the relationship between the two families would lose its balance, and neither would end up well.
After a battle without gunpowder smoke, the Mu and Zhao Families finally reached an agreent: Fan ijiao was a daughter-in-law of the Mu Family, and in exchange for the Mu Family’s support in helping Zhao Fengnian climb higher, Zhao Fengnian would have to keep the Mu Family’s secrets and facilitate the Mu Family’s needs when necessary. From then on, the Mu and Zhao Families would look after each other, advance and retreat together; any betrayer would be damned by heaven!
As for Fan ijiao, who had fallen into the mire of the colluding Mu and Zhao Families, no one cared whether she was happy or not. Without the affection and love of a husband and despised by her in-laws, even her maternal uncle, her one dependable relative, could no longer be relied upon. One could almost imagine what a miserable life she would lead from now on.
However, all this had nothing to do with Mo Yan anymore. She propped up her eyelids as she listened to the report from Little Green Bird and, feeling relaxed in body and mind, she fell into a deep sleep. As for the Zhao Family... since they were still of use now, they could be spared for the ti being. And if she could follow the trail to find sothing good enough to annihilate the Mu Family, that would be even better.
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Doctor Du looked at his female disciple standing before him with a look of sha and felt a wave of satisfaction: "Since you can learn no more from this dical book, from today on, I will formally teach you Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles. I hope you will be diligent and persistent, carry forward Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles, and bring blessings to the common people."
Mo Yan straightened her expression and respectfully said, "Yes, Disciple will heed Master’s teachings and not tarnish the na of Mrs. Du’s ’Miracle Needles.’
Speaking of this, she embarrassingly pointed to Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles on the table and said, "Master, Disciple is slow-witted and unable to grasp more. If Disciple does not learn well, I hope Master will provide further guidance."
Doctor Du was montarily stunned, then quickly realized what his disciple had misunderstood and couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter, picking up Mrs. Du’s Nine Needles and asking, "Do you know how long your master studied this book when I was younger?"
Mo Yan shook her head; she had never heard her master ntion it before, and it was not written in the book. She could only guess that the longer the period of study, the better the aptitude, naturally excluding those who seriously couldn’t comprehend anything at all.
Doctor Du stopped laughing and a trace of nostalgia crossed his face: "When my master, oh, that is, my father, handed this book to , I was five years older than you are now. Holding this book, I secretly vowed to penetrate every needle technique within it. But my aptitude was so poor that I couldn’t grasp anything more after half a month and had to take the book to your grandmaster. He said that if your master could master a hundred needle techniques, that would be the end of it."
"Ah?"
Mo Yan found it incredible because she had already had the book for three whole months. During these three months, there wasn’t a day she hadn’t studied it, and she had written down all her insights, compiling them into a booklet.
Thinking of this, she hurriedly took out the booklet and handed it to her master: "This is Disciple’s understanding. I don’t know if it’s correct, so I hope Master will give so advice."
Doctor Du looked at the thick booklet, his eyes lighting up; he quickly reached out to take it and, while reading, kept exclaiming, "Not bad, not bad. You are much better than your master was at that ti."
By the end, the look Doctor Du gave Mo Yan was filled with pride. If his father were alive and knew he had such a clever disciple, he would probably be overjoyed!
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