Volume 1: Phoenix Nirvana, Reborn from the Flames Chapter 8: Give it a Try

  A vicious thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately put on a stern expression as the mistress of the house, saying in a deep voice: "Today, Master is also here, let Master judge what's right. Mu Qingge, you ruined your sister's looks today and beat your cousin to the point where she can't move. Is this something sisters can do? You say that by doing so, aren't you even worse than beasts?"

  Standing beside the madam was a slightly younger man with sunken eyes and a long, thin face. His eyebrows and eyes were similar to those of the madam, and he was none other than her younger brother, Qin Mu. He was usually idle and relied on the shade of the Mu family to secure an easy job, spending his days eating, drinking, gambling, and having fun, but was incapable of anything else. After his wife's death, he was overjoyed and spent his days indulging in luxuries. He took a step forward, his face filled with anger, "Did my Rongrong offend you? You beat her until she was covered in blood, injured her internal organs, made her vomit blood nonstop, and even made her mouth swollen! This girl's family...her face is now disfigured, and she won't be able to marry into a good family in the future! What am I supposed to do then..."

  The madam glared fiercely at her brother, who was speaking, this good-for-nothing, what is he saying! His idle and extravagant idea of relying on his daughter to rise to prominence still needs to be said in public, as if afraid that others won't know?

  Qin Mu saw his sister staring at him, realized he had misspoken, and quickly changed the subject, looking embarrassed. He then continued to scold Qing Ge: "You're so ruthless, you can even do such a thing to your own sister! A person like you, our Mu family won't tolerate!"

  The night wind gently swept by, and Qing Ge looked calmly at the people in front of her, each with their own ulterior motives. Accompanied by a cold laugh, "Oh... I didn't know when you became a member of the Mu family!" The words were full of unhesitating sarcasm. This person was foolish enough, every sentence was a loophole, and yet they dared to speak loudly here!

  Qin Mu's face suddenly turned ugly, his sister had married Murong Zongbao and was a member of the Murong family, while he, although living in the Murong residence, did not count as a member of the Murong family. This stinky girl, how come she reacted so quickly now.

  The other Mo family members standing beside him had never liked Qin Mu, and now they looked at him with disdain. His face was thick-skinned, and he continued to say without caring: "No matter what, the fact that you beat your own sister is absolutely unacceptable!"

  Haha, what a huge joke, are all the people in the Mu family pigs? Mu Ziyu and Qin Rongrong bully Mu Qingge every day, beating her to death, and no one cares. Today, they actually came to find trouble with her!

  A faint, cold smile played on her lips as Qing Ge slowly raised her head, not even looking at Qin Muzhi, but staring straight into Qin Yanlian's eyes, and said haughtily: "Madam, may I ask, who in the Mu household doesn't know what kind of person Mu Qingge is? For this entire half month, I haven't even stepped out of the courtyard gate. How could I have gone to beat up Mu Ziru and Qin Rongrong?"

  Everyone in the Mu estate knew about the favoritism shown to Second Miss, and how she usually treated Mu Qingge was also somewhat well-known. Even the servants had seen it with their own eyes, but due to the prestige of the first madam in the estate, no one dared to do anything. Now that Qingge asked like this, suddenly everyone fell silent.

  Fang Qing'er covered her mouth with a white handkerchief and smiled, her eyes darting back and forth as she said in a soft voice: "Zi Ru and Rong Rong are usually a bit...big..." She trailed off, leaving more to the imagination. It wasn't just a bit, Fang Qing'er's eyes sparkled mischievously as she thought about how she had only been at the Mu residence for less than half a year, but she had seen clearly what was going on - that Rong Rong was incredibly overbearing! Now this was going to be good, Mu Qing Ge had always been a pushover, so how dare he fight back today?

  Her voice was not loud, but everyone in this quiet courtyard could hear it clearly.

  Qin Yanlian's face sank, her beautiful eyes dim and uncertain, flashing with unrest. She knew her own daughter's temperament all too well, and would not tolerate this outsider's interference.

  Qin Mu's eyes darted back and forth, his gaze lingering for a moment. He was well aware of the female temperament in his own household, but he couldn't help noticing that his sister had never been fond of this wild child born out of wedlock. Now that she had found an opportunity, she would definitely take advantage of it. If he didn't seize this chance to curry favor with her, how would he be able to get money from her in the future? He took a step forward, placing one hand on his hip and tilting his head to one side. With a straight face and a confident tone, he said: "You lost your martial arts skills three years ago, and just half a month ago, you were dismissed by the Emperor's grandson. You're so depressed that you want to throw yourself against the wall! Rongrong and Ziru took pity on you and came to keep you company after returning from the palace! And yet, you dared to hit them! You..." He had originally intended to say something about what kind of person Mu Qingge was, but when his gaze met the girl's piercing eyes, his words were swallowed back into his belly.

  The clear song's phoenix eyes slightly droop, a fleeting sarcasm flashes in the long eyelashes under the butterfly wings.

  This is the reason for the second product general's mansion in Beijing.

  Mù qīng gē a, mù qīng gē, tāmen jiāng nǐ huó huó dǎ sǐ zài zhè lǐ, ránhòu zài gàosù quán jīng chéng de rén, nǐ shì shōu dào xiū shū hòu zhuàng sǐ de, qī rǔ ér sǐ biàn chéng nuò ruò xún sǐ, hēi de bèi shuō chéng bái de, quán de rén dōu zhīdào nǐ bù jǐn shì gè méi yǒu yī sī nèi lì de cǎo bāo, háishì gè zì xún sǐ lù de cǎo bāo, shì wǔ jiàng shì jiā de chǐ rǔ.

  It's been such a family for over a decade, and you've endured it. Did you ever think that your beauty would be destroyed, and did you see how they smeared you? Is there any resentment in your heart?

  Spring feelings only reach the thin pear blossoms, piece by piece urging them to fall, excessive emotions always leave behind lingering resentment.

  The night is deep and dark, the courtyard is deep and quiet, the night wind carries a faint murmur, like a woman's unfulfilled longing and complaint.

  Qing Ge gathered her thoughts and stepped forward, standing before the crowd with a calm expression. Her voice was firm and steady as she spoke in a moderate tone:

  "What a huge joke! Who told you that Mu Zi Ru and Qin Rong Rong are pitiful? I'd rather die by smashing into the wall than come to the hospital to accompany you. This is truly a deep sisterly love?! Madam, what have you done all these years? You know it in your heart. If you hit me and still want me to take the blame, making me stink all over, don't even think about it! Who said I'd die by smashing into the wall because of the divorce papers of the Emperor's grandson?"

  Qing Ge took off his outer robe and wore only a small garment. He turned around and faced his back to the crowd.

  Under the moonlight, the silver light is shining brightly. The wind blows up her skirt, and it dances lightly in the air. The girl's snow-white back is covered with deep and shallow scars. A few deep red scars have not yet faded away. What's even more astonishing is that there are dark purple bruises all over her body, like a palette of colors that has been knocked over, extremely unsightly, and it's simply shocking to behold.

  Half a month ago, Mu Zi Ru and Qin Rong Rong were sent to the palace to learn etiquette. In this half-month, Mu Qing Ge has not left the small courtyard. With a little thought, it can be known that this scar is from half a month ago.

  It's been half a month, and yet the color is still so deep. How heavy must have been the hand that struck to leave such an imprint? Everyone's heart was filled with emotion as they gazed at the girl's back with various feelings in their eyes.

  The boy who had been quietly standing by, a flicker of inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, damn it, damn it!

  The clear song swept across the crowd with a mixture of surprise, pity and sympathy. This was just the last wound, they were so surprised, did they really not know or were they pretending not to know? Everything had an account in her heart.