Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress-Chapter 1248 - 1254 Young Master Li Arrives (6)

"You don’t need to glare at them; they are all my girls and only listen to me!"

Xiang Yun wiped her mouth and handed the handkerchief to Cui Ping, still sitting there, looking at him with cold eyes. Her clear eyes were indifferent and remote, without a hint of warmth, as if she were looking at a complete stranger!

Mo Zili paused for a moment and didn’t really care whether a few girls were there or not. He lifted his robe and sat down opposite her. Only after he had settled did he speak.

"I came to see you."

"To see me?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yun couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh and said sarcastically, "Young Master Mo must have forgotten what I said to you when I left Duke Li Guo’s Mansion. I will never forgive you in this lifetime. We are sworn enemies, destined to never cease until death!"

Cui Lu prepared some tea and brought it over, placing it on the table, along with grapes, pears, and other fruits.

However, neither of them glanced at it, only staring at each other. Although they appeared calm on the surface, behind their calm eyes swirled a tumultuous hate; behind the other’s eyes lay deep sorrow.

Mo Zili, seeing the hatred in Xiang Yun’s eyes, felt very uncomfortable and said, "It’s been seven days; haven’t you cooled off yet? I have said it was an accident, I never meant to kill her!"

"But you did kill her, and her death was miserable!" as Xiang Yun said this, her fists on the table clenched involuntarily, gripped tightly.

Mo Zili, looking at the resolute hatred in her eyes and then at her clenched fists, said softly, "When will you stop being angry about an unintentional mistake? Can’t you really forgive me just because of a servant?"

"She is not a servant! She is my family, just like my mother, even closer than my mother in some ways!" Xiang Yun stood up excitedly, looking at him angrily, every word like weeping blood, every sentence condemning his heart.

"I’ve said it before, she was the person who accompanied me the longest in my life, the one who loved me the most, who tolerated me, who was the kindest to me. When I was sick, she stayed up with me all night, caring for me tirelessly; when I was bullied, she knew she couldn’t win but still fought desperately against them. And you, as my husband, what have you done for me? On our wedding night, you ran off to accompany another woman. When that bad woman falsely accused me, you didn’t stand by my side but instead joined her in splashing dirty water on me, killing my old palace maid to intimidate me."

"Mo Zili, do you know, when I found out that Du Wanqing was pregnant with your child, I gave up on you and had planned my escape, so how could I possibly be jealous enough to kill for you? But I said it over and over, and you just wouldn’t believe me. You didn’t have the heart to hit me directly, so you took it out on my nanny, beating her to scare me ’kill the chicken to warn the monkey’. But you know what? I’d rather you had killed me and not her because in my heart, although she was just a nanny, she was dearer to me than my own mother. I wanted to look after her into her old age, to ensure her happiness in her final years, but... she was beaten to death by you..." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Said Xiang Yun, tears streaming down. Mo Zili felt as if he was crumbling, he was unaware that Xiang Yun had already given up on him, that she had arranged her own escape route, was it because she had given up on him that she wanted to leave him?

Xiang Yun cried out in pain, her tears drenching her clothes, and accused, "I know, in your eyes, Nanny Xie was just a servant, her death was just a death, and at worst a good burial would make up for it, but do you know, in my heart, she was always closer to me than my own mother. My dearest nanny was beaten by you mercilessly until her spine was broken, her flesh turned to mud. She loved me all her life, and never benefited from my good fortune, yet her end was so tragic. How can I forgive you? If I forgave you, would I still be human?"

Crying, she grabbed the teacup on the table and flung it at Mo Zili’s face. Mo Zili sat there, not dodging, letting the burning hot tea drench his head, running down his pale cheeks, soaking his entire body.

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