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Chapter 5273: 5.1025 Avenging Her Father

Qiao Mu stormed out of the dungeon, a long water spiritual whip extended from her hand. With two swift cracks, she flattened the two stone statues she saw before her.

Her fingers were tightly clenched.

It wasn't until her husband swiftly floated over, embraced her, and gently pried open her clasped fingers, one by one.

"Qiao Qiao, don't be sad, okay?"

"Don't you think I'm heartless? Don't you think I'm exceptionally cruel? I wouldn't even grant a dying person's last request. How unfeeling I am, how ruthless and cold-blooded."

"But I don't want him to disturb my mother's eternal rest. Because he simply doesn't deserve it."

"Nonsense. Qiao Qiao is the kindest-hearted person in the world." Mo Lian held her, softly comforting her. "He truly doesn't deserve it."

Back then, when Qiao Qiao first returned to the Divine Continent, even though she didn't say it, Mo Lian knew she had held some hope.

She would be good to everyone who showed her kindness.

However, Mu Jingfeng had personally, little by little, extinguished this already fragile father-daughter bond, which was so weak it could be torn apart at any moment.

"The person who gave him the medicine and sent him to his death, I will definitely kill them."

"This is my last duty, as a daughter, to him."

To avenge her father, whoever killed him, she would kill them!

"He should have been fond of your mother," Mo Lian said after a moment of silence.

Qiao Mu coldly chuckled. "Heh, that kind of impure affection, it's better to not have it."

"Mm."

Perhaps, Mu Jingfeng had always believed that the one he liked was his childhood sweetheart, Mu Qingya.

He was very unhappy with the arranged marriage to her mother.

Or perhaps, after her mother left, he suddenly, dramatically, realized his true feelings and then spent his days creating trouble, looking for substitutes, trying to find traces of his mother in them.

For example, Yuan Qiong'er, the concubine he kept outside, had eyes that somewhat resembled her mother's.

But that was merely a slight resemblance; no one could ever become Long Chuyun, and no one was Long Chuyun.

Long Chuyun was dead; she could never return.

The past was the past; everything was irreversible.

Qiao Mu didn't stay long at the Mu family before leaving.

Old Master Mu was grief-stricken by his eldest son's death, but because it wasn't a dignified death, he ordered the body to be taken to the back mountain for cremation.

He found a secluded spot, erected a memorial tomb, and sent someone to inform Qiao Mu.

After dismissing the Mu family members, Qiao Mu stood quietly by the window for a long while, eventually saying nothing.

Mo Lian walked in from outside, seeing his wife's strained expression, and his brows couldn't help but furrow slightly.

He walked up to her, embraced her, and said, "It's all over now. Don't overthink it, okay?"

Qiao Mu nodded. "I won't think about it anymore. Overthinking it is meaningless."

"We've touched the Shadow City's sensitive spot. Heavenly Fate will undoubtedly retaliate fiercely, so we need to be prepared."

"Alright, don't worry about these troubling matters; just leave them to your husband to handle," Mo Lian leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Go to sleep first. Sleep beautifully, and Mo baby will be happy."

Qiao Mu touched her belly, thinking that was true.

If she didn't sleep, Mo baby would want to sleep too.

For Qiao Qiao's baby, have a good sleep!

Little did she know, her husband's implied meaning was that only when she slept would the Mo baby in her belly begin to meditate and cultivate.

It wasn't his wild guess; he had discovered it after days of careful observation.