Zhongli Zhiwei tilted her head to look out the window. She just so happened to see the patriarch Mu Cang walking past with all the people from the Mu Clan.
She curled her lips and scoffed, "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know the situation. The emperor personally gave the order to force the Mu Clan to comply. Mu Clan may have a millenium's worth of inheritance to fall back on, but it's just as how the arm is no match for the thigh. They are naturally afraid of disobeying the emperor's order."
Chen Baojia gripped her handkerchief in indignation. She suppressed her wrath as she put on a brilliant smile. "Perhaps the emperor has recognized her."
Recognition? Was that possible? Zhongli Zhiwei's expression darkened as she concealed the glint in her eyes.
This woman had stirred up a storm ever since arriving in the imperial capital. She was truly detestable.
When Zhongli Zhiwei recalled how she got booted out of the crown prince's estate after just days, her face turned gloomy.
His Highness the Crown Prince was only bewitched by that vixen's appearance. He would tire of her one day.
"Kneel!"
The official of rites called out, and the thousand plus Mu Clan disciples knelt, once again kowtowing three tis in unison. They got up again and walked forward.
Qiao Yingchun was mixed in with the crowd. She was wrapped in a tattered blanket. Her eyes were practically spewing poison as she watched the people from the Mu Clan walk past.
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How co back when she returned to the Mu Clan, they had casually brought her in from the rear gate? She got tossed into a remote courtyard in the corner and that was it.
How co that b*tch could cause such a tumult when she returned to the Mu Clan, yet no one dared to question it?
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Moreover, Madam née Li, who was standing beside her with a stooped back and a face full of wrinkles, was so livid she wanted to rush over and beat them up. "Yingchun, the people from the Mu Clan have truly gone too far!"
After the mother and daughter got kicked out of the Mu Clan, they started their miserable days of fighting with dogs for food.
The two of them were normal people, and they simply didn't have any survival skills.
Without Qiao Cong, the man, standing up in front, the two of them lived extrely miserably.
Actually, the two of them had stayed in an inn for several days at the beginning. They had pawned all the jewelry they were wearing and did spend a few days in comfort.
It was only that the cost of living in this great Divine Province was too high. The amount they got after pawning their jewelry was only enough for two days of luxury. They got beat up brutally and chased out of the inn because they couldn't pay on the third night.
Afterwards, the two of them stayed in a rundown temple with a bunch of beggars in the poorest part of Huanlang's north side.
They only ate spoiled mantou and minimal cold water. It was so cold in this deep winter that sores had ford on their hands.
To survive, the two of them discussed and pawned the remaining two nice outfits they were wearing. They would only wear their white middle layer garnt and snatched the beggars' blankets to shield against the cold.
Afterwards, which was now, they heard that the Mu Clan was going to respectfully welco the young crown prince consort ho. Thus, they followed a crowd of clueless strangers over to watch the excitent.
It was good if they didn't see, but seeing this angered them out of their wits.
"Those people from the Mu Clan are a bunch of snobs." Madam née Li scread, "They had clearly clamored to bring us back. Now they don't care about our life or death. They even chased us out!"
When contrasting Qiao Mu's reception to their own, the two of them wished for nothing more than to hug each other and cry. They wanted to say that the heavens were unfair and that people's minds were hard to fathom.
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