Published: March 7, 2025
CHAPTER 296: The Origin of Bright Moon Lake
In Zhongsan, the Mo Family.
Mo Qingwu sat curled up on the steps in front of the door, her small body resting with her hands propping up her chin, her eyes blankly staring into the void ahead. In her arms, an old scabbard quietly nestled against her.
"Sigh..." The little girl sighed sadly; despite her young age, the weight behind her sigh was filled with profound sorrow.
During this time, Mo Qingwu felt as if the entire world had changed.
Everything that was once familiar now felt completely different.
The spiritual medicine used for cultivation had clearly dropped by dozens of tiers! As for the invaluable Amethyst that helped with cultivation, she couldn’t even get a single piece now.
Previously, the elders in the family would often come to check on her, urging her to practice more, and then leave with satisfied smiles after playing with her for a while. Now, no one came at all.
In the past, whenever her father saw her, he would always pick her up happily and lift her into the air with hearty laughter. But now... it had been months since she had spoken to her father.
Even when they did meet, it was only for a fleeting moment. Her father would always let out a sigh upon seeing her and then leave as if he were avoiding something. Over time, Mo Qingwu’s little heart grew colder and colder...
Her father no longer loved her! Because her three yin meridians were wasted!
But, did that mean that she was no longer his daughter? That she was no longer his little Wu? Why?
Could it be that the three yin meridians were so important? More important than a daughter?
The family’s strength and influence… could it be that someone who could not contribute to the family in terms of martial prowess had no value at all?
Do I have no value at all?
Mo Qingwu softly questioned herself, and tears began to fall in large drops.
I don’t ask for much; I just want my father to hold me, to kiss me… I want to laugh in my parents' embrace for a while, no, even to cry for a bit… just to feel a warm hug.
But now, not a single person is willing to hold me...
Or perhaps, in the family, I am no longer of any use?
Thinking back to the day she eavesdropped on her father and mother’s conversation, Mo Qingwu suddenly felt a wave of sadness wash over her.
“Little Wu… can’t you comfort her a bit? She is so young, how can she bear this?” Her mother’s reproachful voice.
“Whether she can bear it or not, she must,” her father's voice sighed deeply, “Anyone would find it unbearable to fall from their peak. But if she cannot accept it now, she will be even less able to accept it as she grows older. So she must learn to accept it. The comfort now may only harm her…”
“Then… does Little Wu's future… really have no hope?”
“…” Her father sighed deeply, saying, “Let’s wait and see; if any family comes to propose…”
Her mother began to sob, her weeping filled with sorrow for her daughter's future…
“If any family comes to propose…” Despite her young age, Mo Qingwu had grown up in a large family and could not fail to understand the meaning of those words.
Was she to become a tool for family alliances through marriage?
From that moment, Mo Qingwu’s heart truly grew cold!
Even her second brother no longer came to see her. He only kept sending back small gifts and toys from the Canglan War Zone… now, those little things had filled her room.
But that’s not what I want! Not this! I only want familial affection!
Mo Qingwu cried out in her heart, full of despair.
All the things sent by Mo Tianji had been discarded like old rags in a corner.
“Or perhaps, in this world, there is only one person who still cares about me, who still likes me, regardless of what I have become…” Mo Qingwu hugged the scabbard in her arms and gently pressed her delicate little face against the shabby scabbard…
“Scabbard, you know, don’t you?” Mo Qingwu whispered softly, “Only Brother Chu Yang truly likes me, truly doesn’t despise me…”