They thought that Mo Yan was doing all this simply to stand up for Bai Ling. If they agreed to let Bai Ling be a secondary wife, wouldn't all the problems be solved?
In this way, Zuo Caiwei would still be the second young lady of the Zuo family, and the Zuo family would have a supreme deity behind them.
"No." Mo Yan coldly looked at everyone present. "Since when did the Zuo family become so rotten? It's rotten to the core, isn't it?"
Once upon a time, the Zuo family was considered a large family, and they were always fair in their dealings.
And now? Are you going to cover up the truth just to gain some fabricated support?
Can my granddaughter, Mo Yan's granddaughter, be sacrificed at will by you?
So what if she's the disciple of the God of Muling? If he's so capable, why doesn't he find her a new body?
"When a deity is choosing a disciple, someone so blind doesn't seem very suitable."
Mo Yan's words shocked everyone. How dare she slander the High God?
That wasn't all. Mo Yan looked at Zuo Lan with a dark expression.
"If you still want to protect this wandering ghost, then I will kill you."
Anyway, I don't want an ungrateful son.
As for you…
Mo Yan looked at Zuo Caiwei's mother, "Do you only want this wandering ghost and not your daughter?"
Tears welled in the woman's eyes; she never imagined that the woman in front of her was not her daughter.
She once told Caiwei, "Don't get so close to the young lady. She's just using you and lying to you."
My daughter wouldn't listen. She insisted that they were sisters and there was no need to be so wary of each other.
She was afraid—afraid that her daughter would be hurt, and also afraid…and afraid that she was hopeless and incapable of any improvement.
She wanted to be a lady, to become the mistress of the Zuo family.
"I..." But she never imagined she would lose her daughter.
During those sad days, during those days when she longed for her husband's arrival, it was her daughter who accompanied her through every single one of them.
She hesitated.
How could I not hesitate?
The position of Lady Zuo, which she could easily obtain, was right there; everyone supported her becoming the matriarch of the Zuo family.
"Madam, this is my daughter Caiwei. No matter what she becomes, I will always love her." She lowered her head and cried, unable to look at her daughter any longer.
"Uncles and elders, my mother is getting old, so it's understandable that she's a little confused."
Please don't mind it, okay?
Zuo Lan's statement implies that Zuo Caiwei is still Zuo Caiwei, and that Mo Yan is simply getting old and her mind is not clear.
"Someone, please ask the old lady to go back and rest."
Zuo Lan immediately looked at the others, which was also a way of telling everyone that they should not forget that he was now the head of the Zuo family.
Although Mo Yan is his mother, he is the head of the family, and he, not Mo Yan, is still the one in charge of the household.
"It seems you, this unfilial son, are going to rebel against your superiors again and become a heartless ingrate?"
Mo Yan wasn't flustered at all. Instead, she took two steps forward and looked at Zuo Lan in front of her.
Zuo Lan remained calm, a slight smile playing on her lips, her gaze resolute. "Mother is wrong. I dare not. But I am, after all, the head of the family. I am the one in charge here, am I?"
My son said, "This is my daughter, Caiwei."
Seeing her adoptive father protecting her, Zuo Caiwei was overjoyed. She immediately went to Zuo Lan and looked triumphantly at Mo Yan. "Grandmother, I am Father's daughter."
"You'd better leave quickly. What you took out is fake, or I'll tell my master you've bullied me!"
Zuo Caiwei never expected that Mu Ling's name would be so useful.
"You say you're Mu Ling's disciple, so you are? Only an idiot like you could believe a liar like you."
Mo Yan sneered, then directly struck Zuo Lan with a palm.
Zuo Lan was caught off guard and was suddenly sent flying. He looked at Mo Yan in shock, seemingly unable to believe that Mo Yan would hit him.
He then spat out a mouthful of blood.
The people around watched this scene with tension.
"Mother, if you continue to hit people without even knowing the facts, your son will have to take action!"
"Go ahead and do it. It's not like this is your first time launching a sneak attack. I think you're pretty used to it."
The Zuo family is in such a state of disrepair, it's better to leave them, but I'm taking my granddaughter with me.
Mo Yan looked coldly at the woman, "Is the position of the matriarch of the family really that important? So important that you would abandon your own daughter?"
The woman's eyes welled up with tears. She looked at Zuo Lan on the ground and said through gritted teeth, "She is my daughter. There was no usurpation or possession."
As the daughter's mother, she has the most right to speak on this matter.
Once she speaks up, everyone else will pretend to be the same.
For her future, for becoming the mistress of the family, she had to make a choice, hoping only that the child wouldn't blame her.
She thought that the real Caiwei would be happy to see her become the true mistress of the family.
As for children, she will have more children in the future, sons, daughters...
"Hehe..." Mo Yan sneered, looked at Zuo Lan, then at the woman, and finally at Zuo Caiwei.
"It seems this place is truly disgusting. In that case, there's no need to bother!"
Mo Yan turned to look at Bai Ling. "Bai Ling, that man is disgusting, too trashy, let's get rid of him. From now on, you'll be my daughter, okay?"
Bai Ling was also disgusted and immediately nodded, "Mother, your daughter is willing!"
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