3287 The Truth (3)

"Madam, should we go and explain things properly to the Second Miss?"

"No, don't make any deliberate explanations." Mu Qingya quickly grabbed Grandma Qiu's hand and shook her head, "It's understandable that Qiao Qiao, having grown up in the lower star domain, developed a habit of being overly cautious. We shouldn't say anything. I believe time will reveal the truth, and one day, she'll understand."

"Go pack things up. We'll come back tomorrow."

"Madam, you've already suffered a backlash. Should you take a day off first?"

"No!" Mu Qingya sharply interrupted Grandma Qiu, "I finally managed to get a sworn subordinate, whom I placed in the Long residence, to steal that old villain's birth characters and sew the cursed runes into his pouch."

"I've done so much; I absolutely cannot fail now."

"What's the use of having cultivation? They'll still fall into the hands of us unorthodox practitioners," Mu Qingya said with icy eyes. "Only three days left. I can make him die without anyone knowing. By then, people will only think he cultivated too quickly and died from cultivation deviation. They'll never suspect us!"

"In short, Long Shouxin must die. I've tolerated him long enough!"

Grandma Qiu nodded, "Yes, this old woman will do everything in her power to help Madam."

"Thank you, Grandma Qiu," Mu Qingya looked back at her, took a breath, and said, "I believe if my sister has a spirit in heaven, she will bless our success."

The two left the secret room, moved the wooden cabinet back to its original place, and opened the room door.

As Grandma Qiu called out "Cong Lu," she saw a clumsy little maid running from not far down the corridor. Her foot slightly tripped, and a basin of cold water splashed all over.

Grandma Qiu's eyes sharpened, and she raised her hand, waving her sleeve to deflect the incoming stream of water.

But despite her quick movements, some of the water still splashed onto Madam Mu, who was beside her.

"You suicidal girl!" Grandma Qiu snapped.

Before Qiao Mu's eyes, the scene within the spiritual energy circle formed by the demonic eye gradually faded.

The demonic eye, having been soaked in water, naturally became much less effective.

Qiao Mu withdrew her gaze, her expression somewhat bewildered, and looked at Mo Lian.

"Is Mu Qingya really a good friend of my mother's?"

"Could it be that I really misunderstood her?" Qiao Mu frowned slightly, completely puzzled.

Mo Lian couldn't help but chuckle as he held her small hand, "Alright, don't rack your brain over other people's affairs. How about this, tomorrow I'll send someone to the Long family to inquire. Then we'll know if Long Shouxin has been cursed with a talisman recently, won't we?"

"Alright, Mo Lian's Qiao Qiao, let's go to sleep now. I'm so sleepy." Mo Lian carried his little wife and walked towards the bed.

Adult Qiao Qiao looked at him expressionlessly, then after a long moment, said, "You should set up a defensive barrier."

Mo Lian: ...

"I always feel like there's a pair of eyes constantly watching us here."

Mo Lian turned back with the little one in his arms and carefully scanned the room with his divine sense.

He saw the candlelight flickering slightly. Behind a row of pine and bamboo screens was a large floor vase with brocade patterns.

Further behind that was a curio shelf.

There were no eyes anywhere...

"Alright, alright, my little emperor is always right!"

Mo Lian casually set up a defensive barrier, then placed his treasure on the bed and gently kissed her, "Sleep."