The Trials of Rebirth

“Although Zhuī Xī was in the Mò family’s ancestral hall, no one could control it, so it was enshrined in the temple, waiting for someone who could wield it to appear. Later, my elder brother, at the age of twenty, became the new master of Zhuī Xī. But it was ultimately proven that he was not its true master. A year later, my brother went mad and died. Zhuī Xī returned to the temple. And I am determined to control it, even if I cannot, I want to find someone who can completely control it.”

I raised an eyebrow slightly: “Are you saying you want to take me back to the Mò family?”

“Xiaoqian,” Mò Jūn Qīng turned, gripping my shoulders and looking at me intently, “Come back with me, I will teach you the Mò family’s sword techniques. The position of Mò family’s mistress will also be yours.”

I blinked: “Didn’t you say I was past the age of coming of age and not suitable for martial arts?”

“That was just an excuse at the time.”

“But I’m only staying for seven days. After seven days, if it’s not fun anymore, I will disappear from this world.” I said this quite seriously, but the other party seemed even more serious than me.

“If you want to leave after seven days, I won’t stop you,” Mò Jūn Qīng sighed. “I’ve escaped for ten whole years, and finally found you. Whether you stay or go is destiny.”

I sighed.

I glared at him fiercely and looked up at Mò Jūn Qīng: “I’ll go back to the Mò family with you.”

Mojia was not far from this small town. I sat in the carriage, leaning on his shoulder, dizzy from the bumpy ride.

“How much further?”

Mo Junqing wrapped his arm around my shoulder, held my hand, and softly said: “Soon, we’ll arrive tonight.”

I snuggled closer to him, finding the most comfortable position. The carriage suddenly jerked, and I… vomited again…

The Mojia household was not as stern as I had imagined. From the moment I stepped through the gate, everyone was extremely friendly, making me feel overwhelmed with special treatment.

Mo Junqing held my hand, walking from the front courtyard to the main hall.

Looking up, a brushstroke “Endure” character caught my eye.

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