The Dust Has Settled (1)
“You don’t seem the slightest bit happy. Are you still flustered, or are you scared?”
Mo Linyuan narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, “It looks like the Silent Master isn’t part of your private circle of boy toys… Then, who could he be? For you to care so much about him, he must be someone of great significance, am I right?”
Right then, Zhao Yiqin showed true signs of fear as she realized… Would Mo Linyuan actually try to hurt her by making her do something with the Silent Master? She would rather take her own life than truly doing something unforgivable under the influence of an aphrodisiac!
At that time, Wen Feng brought in the Silent Master.
Once she saw the Silent Master, Zhao Yiqin promptly tried to cover herself up. She didn’t want her own son to see her this way. Her restlessness made Mo Linyuan even more suspicious.
An unexpected lightbulb lit up right then! Mo Linyuan observed the two of them for a while, before he suddenly started to snicker lightly.
“I’ve heard early on that Master Wen Ji had adopted a child that looked a lot like him… and even specially trained him as a disciple.”
Mo Linyuan saw Zhao Yiqin’s body shake, and confirmed his suspicions. He couldn’t help but sneer.
“So this child called the Silent Monk, wasn’t his adopted son… but rather… his biological son?”
“Silence! That’s not true! You bastard, you will die a miserable death!” Right then, Zhao Yiqin realized she was crying unexpected tears. She wanted to reach out and tear apart Mo Linyuan’s face, but found that her body was held immobile.
“It would seem like you truly won’t give in and admit it?”
Mo Linyuan placed the incense previously carried by his hand on the table in front of her.
“Then let me see what you will do… if the Silent Master and you don’t have that type of relationship, that shouldn’t be a problem. After all, his face and appearance is just the type you like.”
“No.. No…” Zhao Yiqin wanted to get far away from the burning incense. Nothing can happen between her and the Silent Master, no matter what!
Right at that moment, the Silent Monk finally spoke up, “Stop this already.”
He walked up to Zhao Yiqin. She cowered, ashamed to death by her appearance!
In the next second, a cloth of the Buddhist Monk’s outer vest draped over her, carrying the scent of sandalwood. The Silent Master then turned around to make eye contact with Mo Linyuan.
“I confess, I am Wen Ji’s biological son. Your Majesty, you don’t need to humiliate her anymore.”
Mo Linyuan regarded him with a dark expression. The dozen people in the room also regarded the Silent Monk coldly in silence, as if they hadn’t heard him.
“As for Ye Mu,” The Silent Monk chuckled lightly, “Ye Mu’s current chaotic state was also my doing. It was I, who deliberately awakened the evil tendencies within her body.”
“Jun’er!” Zhao Yiqin urgently tried to think of a way to stop him. However the Silent Monk simply felt immense relief after finally confessing.
“All of this was my doing. That day, during Ye Mu’s massacre, when she killed the 500 skilled martial artists… I originally wanted her to kill you…”
THUMP!
The muffled sound was Mo Linyuan’s punch violently striking the Silent Monk, knocking him down to the ground. His face swelled up instantly. A sliver of blood trailed down the corner of his mouth. He continued to gaze at Mo Linyuan, whose eyes were brimming with fierce anger. To everyone’s surprise, the monk still held a smile.
“Last time as well, as I was in hiding… I deliberately made Ye Mu lose control at Tian Shou Temple to try to get her to kill again. All of this was my plan.”
“You bastard!” Mo Linyuan forced the monk up from the ground.
“She naively trusted you! Do you have any idea how much guilt she’s been suffering in these past few years over this matter?! She even snapped her own meridian channels! Do you know how painful that is?!”
“Mo Linyuan, let him go!” Zhao Yiqin shouted angrily, “Your opponent is me! He only made those moves against Ye Mu for my sake. Why don’t you direct your anger at me!”
“You two thought you would get away with this?” Mo Linyuan glared at the two of them frigidly. He suddenly smiled maliciously.
He casted the monk aside. He sneered, “I suddenly feel that the original plan wasn’t a bad idea at all! If something really happened between the two of you, I wonder what the dead Wen Ji’s expression would look like?”
“Amitabha, may Buddha be merciful…” The Silent Master struggled to stand up. “…There’s no need for you to expend so much effort… My own sins… I am willing to repay with my death!”
After speaking, he abruptly extended his palm ruthlessly towards his own head with the intent to commit suicide!
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