Volume 1: Phoenix Nirvana, Reborn from the Flames Chapter 38: Sixteen Years of Interest Added Up

  Qing Ge's eyes narrowed slightly, and originally, Ling Tian's face was very dissatisfied, but after Mu Zong Pei mentioned the words "older brother", his expression changed dramatically, as if he had a deep affection for this older brother, with a hint of nostalgia and reminiscence.

  Mozong Pei's older brother?

  After searching through her memories, she couldn't help but feel speechless. The original owner, Mu Qing Ge, was indirectly imprisoned in this small space, and didn't understand many things about this era. She wasn't even very clear about the affairs of the manor, except for knowing that it was called Mu Zong Ye, almost all other information was nonexistent.

  Mu Zongyan? This name seems somewhat familiar.

  Deep in thought, her hem was caught by something and gently tugged. Qing Ge lowered her head to look, a pale, coarse little hand grasped the edge of her clothes.

  Peng'er's face on the wicker chair was devoid of any blood color, her usually chatty lips were pale and dry, a pair of lively eyes tightly closed, without any spirit. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her forehead was sweating profusely, like rain, her hands were waving unconsciously, hitting Qingge's hem.

  "Ow... ow..." The intermittent, inarticulate sounds came from Ping'er's mouth, without any actual voice, only the sound of air flowing out, demonstrating just how much pain her owner was in.

  Qing Ge grasped Ping Er's wildly waving hand, her small palm full of calluses, exuding a coldness that seemed to have no life. Qing Ge's heart overflowed with icy chill, and she suddenly turned around, her gaze directly meeting Qin Yanlian, who was being supported by the maid, standing aside with her face covered, still full of discontent.

  You look so resentful, what right do you have to look so resentful! I'll let you know what real resentment is!

  Mu Zong Pei's eyes showed a look that couldn't be described as joyful, with a hint of something difficult to understand, even a bit like jealousy. He was just thanking the Emperor for pardoning him, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your mercy. I will make sure to manage well from now on and not let such things happen again..."

  "Your Majesty, do you want to know what illness has kept me bedridden for so long?" A cold and detached female voice intervened, with a hint of a cold smile, slowly walking over.

  Her complexion was very pale, so pale that it couldn't be seen clearly under the golden light, only a faint misty aura floating around her.

  With a majestic sweep of his eyebrows, he had a good impression of the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Lu, and naturally felt a sense of closeness to her. He nodded and said: "Is there something you want to tell me? I will do justice for you!"

  "That's all for the song, thank you, Your Majesty!" A smile spread across her stunning face, and suddenly Qing Ge changed direction, her figure swiftly flashing to the side.

  Qin Yanlian still covered her face and stood in place, looking at Qingge who was full of anger. Suddenly, she saw Qingge's body turn around swiftly and charge towards her direction, which scared her into retreating two steps back, "You, what do you want to do?!"

  The girl in front of him had eyes like a demon's charm, her face expressionless, and her slender figure seemed to carry endless darkness and murderous intent. Her bright red lips coldly said: "Your Majesty, you'd better take a good look!"

  Qing Ge kicked Qin Yanlian to the ground with one foot, picked up a brick from the garden with one hand, and said lightly: "Madam, you can also be bedridden for a long time!" The brick was raised high, carrying the power of breaking wind, and smashed down fiercely!

  "Ah...... Ah......" A shrill cry pierced through the entire Mu Fu, as if it was going to burst through the nine heavens and clouds, reaching the highest place.

  Qin Yanlian looked at her own blood-soaked left leg, her whole body convulsing, a pair of beautiful eyes full of bright red blood vessels, "My leg... my leg..."

  "What a racket!" A faint complaint was accompanied by the sound of something cracking, Qin Yelian's sharp cry suddenly stopped, Zhang Dàmǒbā couldn't make a sound, her chin had been dislocated by Qing Ge.

  Qing Ge threw away the brick stained with blood in her hand, stepped on the broken leg of the madam and stood up, Qin Yilian winced in pain again.

  This sudden movement made everyone in the courtyard unable to react for a moment, staring blankly at everything in front of them.

  Hua Rong's big eyes blinked repeatedly, her mouth agape as she stared at everything in front of her. She hummed and said, "My goodness, Master, this Mu Qing song...this..."

  Qian Ye's eyes sparkled with a smile, his face as gentle as spring breeze. With his left hand holding a golden fan, he tapped it lightly under Hua Rong's chin, closing his wide-open mouth. "Hua Rong, don't you think this 'Clear and Pure Song' is harsh enough, spicy enough, toxic enough?"

  Hua Rong nodded, "Mm, Master is indeed formidable. Whatever Hua Rong thinks, you always know... However, I think she looks a bit like... hmm..."

  Yuè Miào's face remained icy, but one hand tightly covered Huā Róng's mouth, preventing him from finishing his next sentence. Huā Róng glared at Yuè Miào with wide eyes, struggling desperately, his eyes strongly expressing his emotions: "Originally, originally, it's just like the master!"

  Some people watch plays, while others get into them.

  Mu Zongpei's face sank like ink, and he rushed up, angrily saying: "Qing Ge, what are you doing!"

  Qing Ge didn't even glance at him, turned around and raised her eyes, cool as ice, and said to Yu Ling Tian: "Your Majesty, this is the reason why Qing Ge has been bedridden with a long illness."

  Ling Tian stabilized his mind, looking at Qin Yanlian holding her leg on the ground, silently wailing and crying. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she turned to ask: "This broken leg, how did it happen?"

  "Song of Clear Water!" Mu Zong Pei's eyebrows furrowed tightly as he hastily interrupted.

  Ling Tian's eyes narrowed like a sharp knife, and he said displeased: "Mu Ai Qing, let her speak."

  "This is why Qing Ge has been bedridden for nearly sixteen years, and that's the reason why she was said to be seriously ill all this time!" Qing Ge was shrouded in a bleak aura, her eyes dark and gloomy.

  Qin Yanlian, you're just breaking my leg! If I were to add up all the suffering I've endured over the past 16 years as a singer, the daily beatings, the stale food every two or three days, the blows to my mind and body day and night, the humiliation and ridicule from others, all of it together, even if you died a hundred times, it wouldn't be enough!

  The girl stood still, her whole body emitting an aura of deathly silence, as if a glacier was spreading out behind her, far beyond what this age could bear.

  In her heart, Ling Tian felt a deep regret. At sixteen, she was at the most beautiful and pure age of her life as a woman. What kind of life must she have lived to give off such a strong and cold aura?

  Her sharp eyes saw Qin Yanlian's brocade clothes and jade-like dress, then turned to look at the girl in front of her, whose thin body was wrapped in a large coarse cloth, empty and sparse, thin and light.

  How she has lived these decades, how much hardship she has endured, yet she still has this robust spirit and radiant glory, which is absolutely not something ordinary people can achieve.

  Okay, okay.

  He stretched out his right hand and waved it, the wide dark blue sleeve fluttering lightly in the wind. He said, "I've said before that I would take charge of this for you. If they did wrong, they should be punished. They didn't put you in their eyes, which means they don't give me face! Do they still remember that you are the future empress, the daughter-in-law of the emperor?"

  With a full breath, the sonorous voice floated in the small courtyard. Mu Zongpei took a deep breath and didn't say another word. The emperor's attitude was already very clear. Whatever Qing Ge did today, he wouldn't care about it. Whatever he said or did was futile.

  Qing Ge furrowed her brow again, and it was the future empress of the imperial grandson! She didn't like this identity, nor did she want to carry on with this already outdated identity. "Your Majesty..."

  Just as he was about to speak, there were footsteps outside the courtyard again. Yu Ling Tian turned around with his hands behind his back, and when he saw the person outside the door, a smile appeared on his face, and he asked: "Why did you come now?"

  Qing Ge turned her head to look, and a figure walked into the courtyard with a gentle swaying motion. The person wore a pure white robe with embroidered bamboo branches, their slender figure was elegant and refined, their face handsome, their expression warm and gentle, with a faint smile occasionally appearing at the corner of their mouth. This couldn't be anyone but Yu Yi Chen. Qing Ge's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes showing a hint of disgust.

  "Grandfather Emperor, I've been waiting for one person, so I'm late!" Yu Yi Chen smiled slightly and waved his sleeve with a gentle and elegant gesture.

  Apart from Qing Ge, everyone else's eyes held a hint of admiration, what a refined and elegant imperial grandson.

  Ling Tian nodded and laughed: "I wonder who can let Ye Chen wait?"

  As his voice fell, a figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard. With his appearance, everyone's gaze shifted from Yu Yi Chen to the front of the gate. Qian Ye Li's hand, which had been gently fanning herself with a smile, paused for a moment. Her amber glass-like eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on her lips seemed to freeze in place.

  Qing Ge also followed suit, raising her eyes to gaze at where everyone's attention was focused, and her dark pupils locked onto something...