Upon entering the inner room, they saw Mo Jinghao lying on the bed.
"father."
Mo Jinghao had already heard the commotion and tilted his head to look at her with delight, but the joy on his face vanished instantly.
It was covered in gray dust, scales, and tangled hair; its face was bruised and swollen, and there was a deep shoehorn mark on it.
"Who are you?" Mo Jinghao blurted out.
Mo Bilian was stunned by this question, overwhelmed by the feeling of returning home and the humiliation she had suffered.
After a moment of confusion, she felt even more aggrieved. "Father, it's me, Lian'er! Why don't you recognize your daughter? What's wrong with you? Why are you lying in bed? Have you injured your brain?"
"I don't have a daughter like you!"
Mo Jinghao nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood from anger.
“My Lian’er is not like you. She is high above, like a pure white lotus in a clear pool. You…”
Mo Jinghao gave her a disdainful look. "You came from a latrine. Don't think you can make me acknowledge you as my daughter just because you call me 'Dad.' Get out!"
Mo Bilian felt like she was about to faint again.
She glanced down at her own appearance, suppressing her grievances, and said, "Daughter, go wash up first."
After she finished speaking, she went out, and her fellow disciples looked at her in surprise.
The soundproofing between the outer and inner rooms isn't very good; I overheard some of the conversation inside.
It's not as glamorous as the legends say at all.
They look even worse than them.
After taking a quick bath and changing her clothes, Mo Bilian applied a high-quality bruise-reducing medicine to her face. Once the swelling subsided, she returned to the house.
"father."
With a cold, indifferent sound, the previous grievances and the joy of going home vanished.
When Mo Jinghao saw her, he first stared at her face, which still bore the shoehorn mark, with a puzzled look, and then pondered for a moment.
He's been seeing these kinds of shoe prints quite a lot lately.
After watching for a while, he recognized Mo Bilian and was overjoyed, no less so than before.
"Lian'er, you're finally back! There was an ugly woman who came in and called me 'Father,' and even pretended to be you. I kicked her out."
Mo Bilian forced a smile.
One word, "ugly woman," and she wouldn't even bother to show concern or offer greetings.
But Mo Jinghao pulled her aside and asked her many questions, such as how she was doing at the Holy Extreme Sect and how she was doing with the Third Prince, implying that she must be living a very glamorous life.
His Lian'er will surely become the pride of the Xuan Tang Kingdom.
"Father, what's wrong with you?" Mo Bilian asked, seeing that he remained lying down, only moving his head slightly.
Mo Jinghao, who had been beaming with pride, suddenly turned grim. “His dantian has been destroyed, the tendons and veins in his limbs have been severed, his coccyx has been broken, and he will be paralyzed in bed for life.”
Mo Bilian was stunned. "What exactly happened?"
Mo Jinghao gritted his teeth and recounted the whole story with hatred in his eyes.
Mo Bilian frowned deeply, her face filled with murderous intent. "It's Mo Yunzhao again. This is unbelievable."
After saying that, she comforted him, "There are top-grade repair pills in Yongnian, and the Shengji Sect also has one Tenacious Bone-Setting Pill. I'll go and ask for it, and my master will definitely give it to me."
The Bone-Setting Pill is extremely rare and hard to come by, but the Holy Extreme Sect has one.
Given her status as a closed-door disciple and the second young lady of the Mo family in Moyang City, she could obtain this one.
Mo Jinghao looked dejected. "It's no use. Doctor Yang said that even if we use pills to recover, it will only strengthen our bodies. If we want to fully recover and start cultivating again, only His Highness the Crown Prince and the God of Medicine can completely cure us."
"Your Highness..."
Mo Bilian felt a slight pain in her face whenever this person was mentioned.
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