Sixth Elder Mo Yun was so angry she almost fell over. Why am I always the one who gets hurt?

Mo Qingcheng pursed her lips, her eyes full of grievance: "Sixth Elder, what are you saying? On the way back, I gave you all the best pills and martial arts manuals I had on me..."

Sixth Elder Mo Yun: "..."

Shut up!

This is absolutely infuriating!

Now she's speechless, she can't clear her name even if she jumps into the Yellow River, that damned brat.

A cold glint flashed in the Ninth Elder's eyes: "Mo Yun, you little brat, how dare you bully the little girl I'm protecting? Tell me, where does it itch?"

"You... Mo Chuyue, you crazy woman, what business is it of yours?" Sixth Elder Mo Yun was so angry that steam was practically billowing from her head. "Could it be that Bai Yingyue has been rejected?"

That hit the nail on the head right away; no wonder he's a master of stabbing people.

Sixth Elder Mo Yun's words struck a nerve with Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue.

"You old fool, come here, or I'll beat you to death!" Mo Chuyue sneered. "You old fool, all talk and no action!"

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous!" Sixth Elder Mo Yun, in a fit of anger, started fighting with Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue.

Mo Qingcheng slipped away and hid to watch the commotion. Hehe, Ninth Elder is such a good person.

Over here, Sixth Elder Mo Yun was utterly humiliated by Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue, and with no will to live, she flung her sleeves and fled in a sorry state.

Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue put his arm around Mo Qingcheng's shoulder like a brother and asked, "Girl, how is it?"

"Elder Beauty, you are so beautiful and cool! I love it! Here, take this!"

Hehe, the Ninth Elder felt a heaviness in his hand, weighed the object in his hand, and grinned so wide his eyes disappeared.

Good heavens! A huge bag of delicious food! This is amazing! I've disliked that old bastard Mo Yun for ages, and all I did was give him a good beating. And now this good thing is happening?

Mo Qingcheng's eyes flickered slightly. She awkwardly touched her nose, put her arm around the Ninth Elder's shoulder, and left with a flourish, leaving everyone in the council hall in a state of confusion...

Mo Qingcheng returned to Phoenix Perch Pavilion, her gaze growing cold. Did the imposter patriarch and Mo Qingwu really wish she were dead? Could it be that they held some other secrets?

That makes sense. That little bitch Bai Shanshan lost so much stuff without saying a word; there must be a bigger trap waiting for her.

Are you planning to settle things with me during the martial arts tournament? Ha, you really can't wait...

Bai Yi and the others took the initiative to find work to do, and no one bothered Mo Qingcheng. Bai Yi, in particular, arranged things perfectly. Hei Yi muttered a few words, but dared not go against his wishes...

In the blink of an eye, the day of the Mo family's grand competition arrived. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the news that Mo Qingcheng, that good-for-nothing, was going to participate spread like wildfire.

"Have you heard? The newly returned young lady is going to participate in the competition."

"Brother, your information is too outdated. You don't know about the major events that have happened to the Mo family, do you?"

"What's the big news? My good brother, hurry up and tell me, let me have a laugh with you."

The conversation was full of gossip. The subject of the discussion, Mo Qingcheng, was treated to good food and drink and slept better than anyone else.

"Madam, it's time to go participate in the competition!" Bai Yi's voice rang in her ears.

Mo Qingcheng sat up lazily, her voice a little hoarse, "Wait a moment!"

Bai Yi thoughtfully brought the food over; of all things under the sun, his wife's meal was the most important.

Blackie was so angry he wanted to slap Whiteie across the face for being such a sycophant!

When the group arrived at the competition venue, it was already packed with people, and they couldn't even squeeze through.

“Madam, how about I risk my life to protect you and squeeze in?” Mo San’s eyes flickered slightly, not daring to meet Mo Qingcheng’s gaze.

Mo Qingcheng chuckled, "Okay..."

"puff!"

"Cough cough..."