"Spouting nonsense, what kind of crappy reason, what crap logic is that?"
Duke Li Guo was angered, he even blurted out vulgar words, seeing Mo Zili stubborn and relentless, he couldn’t bother to preach any philosophical points and angrily said: "I’m just asking you, where did you hide Miss Wu?"
Mo Zili deeply kowtowed, lying face down on the ground, "Grandfather, I beg for forgiveness, I cannot say!"
"Cannot say?"
Duke Li Guo furiously threw the cup from the desk, hitting Mo Zili’s head, "If you can’t say, then get out to the courtyard and kneel. Whenever you decide to talk, you can get up!"
"Clang!"
The porcelain teacup smashed onto Mo Zili’s head, he did not dodge, allowing the cup to shatter on his forehead, the fragnted porcelain pieces cut a gash, blood gushing out, flowing down his forehead.
"Yes, grandson obeys!"
Mo Zili got up, without any hesitation, he walked outside to the courtyard, lifted his robe, and kneeled on the cold green bricks, his spine remained straight. Despite the chilling wind quickly piercing through his clothes, freezing him as if he was in a storage of ice, yet, he was gritting his teeth, refusing to disclose Xiang Yun’s whereabouts.
Ti passed by bit by bit, Mo Zili’s face beca paler and paler, even his lips turned pale. Duke Li Guo’s attendant Old Yan, fearing sothing might happen, secretly sent soone to seek the Old Mada.
Upon hearing this, the Old Mada quickly dressed up, and also instructed soone to call Old Master Mo Yuanshan, and the first and second old masters, while she herself, holding the girl’s hand, shakily made her way to the old man’s study.
It had been two hours now, the blood on Mo Zili’s head had clotted, the bright red bloodstains against his face pale as paper, were exceptionally glaring.
The Old Mada always spoiled her kin; as soon as she entered the courtyard, seeing her beloved youngest grandson swaying unsteadily in the cold wind, she imdiately cried out, "Quick, help him up, bring the wooden bench, carry him inside..."
Punishing Young Master Li was an order from the Duke of the Country, who dared to defy it? Everyone verbally agreed but no one dared to move.
Seeing this, the Old Mada personally went forward to help Mo Zili, but he stubbornly refused to get up, obstinate as a rock.
While they were tugging, Old Master Mo Yuanshan and Lady Bai arrived. Their courtyard was closer to the old man’s study, so they arrived before the second old master and his wife.
"Mother!"
Seeing the Old Mada already losing her temper in the courtyard, insisting on getting Mo Zili up, Old Master Mo Yuanshan and Lady Bai quickly ca forward to support her, comforting her in a low voice, "Mother, Li’er has made a huge mistake. If father does not punish him severely, how can we explain to the Emperor and the Crown Prince of Qing Luo Kingdom? If it really reaches the Emperor, Li’er’s future would be dood. Although father is punishing him severely now, in fact, he is protecting him."
Once the Old Mada heard this, she imdiately understood. Feeling both distressed and angry, she glanced at Mo Zili, kneeling on the ground, and cried, "You debt-collecting evil barrier, you cause more worry than all the children in the household combined. First it was for Du family’s Miss that tarnished the reputation of Our Duke Li Guo’s Mansion, now for Miss Yun you’ve brought a catastrophe upon our mansion. Tell , when will you ever let us live in peace?"
As she spoke, she started sobbing.
Though ashad, Mo Zili’s determination to protect Xiang Yun did not waver for a mont. By now, he had been kneeling on the ground for two hours, his legs had stiffened from the cold, and he felt dazed by the coldness, seeming like he could faint at any mont.
He weakly kowtowed to the Old Mada, softly saying, "Grandson... is unfilial, causing Grandmother worry..."
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