"Mo Yang has been imprisoned in the Mo Clan for all these years and has never even seen her firstborn child. Do you think she has no resentment towards Mo Suixin?"

Song Ci ate the melon and was surprised again. "How did you know?"

"I looked it up. It happened in 2002. It didn't take me long to find out." Mo Yang had been to college, so it was very easy for Song Fei to find out what happened when Mo Yang was young.

Song Ci said, "No wonder I always felt that Mo Suixin was so good to Mo Yang, so good that I felt a little indulgent. It turns out that he felt guilty and was trying to please her all the time."

Song Ci found it strange. Mo Yang had gone out to study at university, so why did he run back to the Mo clan, obediently marry Mo Suixin and have children, and live such a boring life.

It turned out that Mo Suixin had imprisoned her in the Mo clan.

"Let's wait and see. If Mo Yang is really ruthless, he won't let us down."

-

The bare branches had sprouted tender green leaves at some point. Early in the morning, Mo Fengying stood in front of the door of the small building, looking up at the tender buds on the willow tree at the door, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

How many more times can she see the willow trees sprouting?

Song Ci walked out of the dormitory building and saw Mo Fengying standing under the willow tree in a daze. She thought about it and walked towards Mo Fengying.

"What are you doing here?" Song Ci looked up at the willow tree, saw the tender buds, and said happily, "Spring is here."

When spring comes, hope comes.

Mo Fengying told Song Ci: "This tree was planted when I was a child."

Twenty years later, the willow tree has grown very tall. Mo Fengying stood on tiptoe and said, "When I planted it, it was already so much taller than me, and now it's still this tall. When I was a child, my mother told me that when I grew as tall as the tree, she would take me out of the tribe to play."

“But I can never grow taller than a tree.”

Mo Fengying's face looked very lonely, and there was a kind of stubbornness that refused to accept her fate.

Song Ci thought of what Song Fei said last night, and asked Mo Fengying, "Mrs. Mo has been to college, she should take you out often."

Mo Fengying curled her lips and complained about her mother, "No, my mother has only left the tribe a few times, and every time she went with my father. I wanted to leave the tribe, but my father was always unwilling."

Looking at Song Ci enviously, Mo Fengying said, "You are so lucky. You can go wherever you want."

Song Ci: "You have to have money."

"Our Mo family has never lacked money."

That’s true.

Mo Fengying pulled a piece of brown candy from her pocket, the same kind she had given Song Ci before, and popped it into her mouth. She rubbed her stomach and said, "My period hurts a lot." This was probably because of that damn curse.

Song Ci didn't feel much pain, especially since Han Zhan had been keeping a close eye on her over the years and didn't allow her to drink cold water or eat ice cream. She didn't feel any obvious discomfort during her menstrual period.

"You said last time that the third assessment was difficult. Do you know what it contains?"

Mo Fengying sneered, "Are you trying to trick me?"

Song Ci said, "You are the daughter of the master of the family. Your identity itself is a kind of cheating."

"I don't know either." Mo Fengying shrugged and said, "So what if I'm the patriarch's daughter? The Mo family's assessments have always been based on strength. Like you, I don't know the content of the assessment. But I can tell you that the last round of every assessment is the highlight. This time, because of you and me, the assessment content will be even more difficult."

The third test will be next Monday. In the remaining four days, all students will be learning how to make Chinese medicine. Obviously, this last test is related to pharmaceutical manufacturing.

On the day of the exam, everyone in the pharmacy was on vacation, and the invigilator led the candidates into the empty pharmacy.

The Mo family's pharmacy had a history of several hundred years. It was spacious and clean. The invigilator this time was Mo Zhangkuang again. He took out a medicine box and opened it. All the candidates were greeted by an intoxicating aroma.

But Song Ci clenched his fists tightly!