At this point, there was no need to hide it from her anymore. Mo Ziyu wiped his face and told her the truth that he had been hiding.

Xue Huan reacted very calmly, and this time it was Mo Ziyu's turn to be surprised. Based on his understanding of her, she should be shocked, crying, and resisting fiercely at this time. Although crying and resisting were useless, as long as she didn't die, she would eventually be sent to the Sun family.

"Actually, I already knew this a long time ago. When I was taking a shower earlier, Brother Feizhou came over and told me about it."

Mo Ziyu finally understood, but at the same time he felt even more confused. He looked at her with a probing look. Since she had known it for a long time, why did she act like nothing happened and kept pretending to be stupid in front of him?

Xue Huan looked back coldly: "You think I would make a big fuss, right? What's the point of making a fuss? I lost my mother when I was born, and my father never cared about me. If I hadn't tried my best to please my grandfather, it would be questionable whether I could live to this age. The reason I didn't say it was because I wanted to see when you would tell me, and the result..."

She laughed at herself, "It turns out that no one in this family truly cares about me. When you could use me to gain benefits, you would push me out without hesitation."

Moziyu wanted to say something, but ultimately couldn't, because it was indeed the fact, and to deny or appease would seem hypocritical.

"Go tell my grandfather and the clan leaders that I can marry into the Sun family to bring good luck to Sun Youxuan, but you also have to prepare my dowry. Here's the dowry list. When everything is ready, I can get into the bridal sedan."

Xue Huan threw the list to him and turned away.

When Moziyu picked it up and took a look, she immediately gasped. She had quite a big appetite!

Three hundred rare and secret books of Mohist mechanical techniques, a mechanical wooden horse, a flying kite, and a storage bag!

These are the big ones, and there are many other things underneath, which are worth a fortune in total.

However, it is not that the Mo family cannot produce it, at most it will be a bit painful. However, the longevity elixir is something that the Mo family cannot buy even if they have money.

If Sun Youxuan's life had not been in danger this time, the Sun family would not have been willing to take out such a good thing.

Mo Ziyu took the dowry list to discuss with the clan leader and elders, while Xue Huan came to Linglong Pavilion.

Linglong Pavilion is actually a brothel run by the Mo family. The people living there are all people with spiritual roots who were brought in from outside by the Mo family through various means.

People like Mr. Mo, who want to contribute to the family by having children, are frequent visitors to Linglong Pavilion.

If anyone in the pavilion becomes pregnant, she no longer has to serve others and can have some peace and quiet for a while.

The arrival of "Mo Xuefei" surprised Linglong Pavilion's steward, Mo Wei. "What brings Miss Thirteen here? I wonder what brings Miss Thirteen to visit me?"

Although Mo Wei's surname is Mo, he is not a member of the Mo family, but a servant, so he calls her "Miss".

Xue Huan glanced at him and said arrogantly, "Can't I come?"

Mo Wei: "Of course not. You are the master of the Mo family, and Linglong Pavilion is the Mo family's territory. Of course you can come. It's just that this is not a fun place, and I am afraid that I will not be able to entertain you well."

Xue Huan walked in and glanced around casually. "No need for your hospitality. I just wanted to come and take a look. You can go about your business."

Mo Wei hesitated for a moment, "Okay, do as you please. If anything happens, just send someone to call me."

Before leaving, he called a little maid over and said, "Serve Miss Thirteen well. If anything goes wrong, I'll skin you alive!"

The little maidservant agreed with great trepidation.

Xue Huan came here not because she was bored and wandering around, but to find Li Shuoxue's daughter Li Qingluo. When she wrote the second letter to Pei Ji, she asked him to send a portrait of Li Qingluo.

He had recruited many talented people, including portrait painters. It was not difficult to paint a portrait of Li Qingluo based on Li Shuoxue's description.

She had received his reply and also got Li Qingluo's portrait.

Although it wasn't very realistic, it at least had a general shape, which gave her a direction to look for.

Xue Huan seemed to be wandering around the building, but in fact, her spiritual sense was screening everywhere.

"You stinky bitch! You won't let me touch you? Why, Mo Feizhou can touch you, but I can't? I'm telling you, you're here to be fucked, and today I'm going to fuck you!"

In a delicate and gaudy room on the third floor, a fat man was pressing on a woman, shouting obscenities and tearing her clothes with his hands.

The woman's face was covered with tears and she struggled desperately, but she was still no match for the man's strength.

"Pa!" The man slapped the woman, causing her head to tilt and her hair to fall apart.

Overwhelming despair came over her, and the woman's eyes became empty. She seemed to have accepted her fate and stopped struggling.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang" and the door was kicked open from the outside.

The man and the woman looked towards the door at the same time. The man was displeased at being disturbed, while the woman's eyes were filled with hope again. However, when she saw who was at the door, the light in her eyes disappeared instantly, and she even became more desperate.

"Xue Fei? Why are you here? Are you here to see your brother sleeping with a woman?" Mo Yang, the fat man, deliberately tore off the clothes of the woman under him in front of "Mo Xue Fei".

His lustful eyes were fixed on "Mo Xuefei", lingering on her chest and abdomen, as if he had just torn off her clothes.

Xue Huan felt a chill in her heart. Although Mo Yang and Mo Xuefei were both from the Mo family, their relationship was very distant and they had basically no blood relationship. However, because Mo Xuefei was beautiful, this guy had already set his sights on her.

However, Mo Xuefei never bothered to even look at him.

She walked over and kicked Mo Yang away from the woman.

This woman was the Li Qingluo she was looking for. When her spiritual sense had scanned the scene in the room, she had rushed over quickly, and her breathing was still a little uneven.

She took out an unworn piece of clothing from her treasure bag and covered Li Qingluo with it. Then she walked up to Mo Yang and whipped him hard, leaving his skin torn and him howling.

"Mo Xuefei, you are fucking crazy! How dare you hit me! Ah! Stop it! Do you believe that I will go back... Ah, stop hitting me! Brother was wrong, wrong, stop hitting me..."

Mo Yang's two lackeys were watching at the door, wanting to stop them but not daring to. One of them quickly ran away and went back to get help.

Li Qingluo grabbed the clothes Xue Huan gave her and watched her beating Mo Yang hard again and again. She was extremely surprised. She never expected that Mo Xuefei would stand up for her.

Seeing Mo Yang rolling and dodging on the ground like a giant flesh-worm, she couldn't help but have a hint of pleasure in her eyes.

Hit him, hit him harder, it would be best if you beat him until he is paralyzed!