1248 Origins

The talent of this little lady was indeed excellent as someone from the Mu Clan, but her personality itself was too wildly arrogant and aloof.

Compared to their compassionate, gentle, and charitable eldest miss, there was simply too great of a difference!

"Qiaoqiao." Mu Jingrui was at a loss for words.

He simply didn't expect that Qiao Mu wouldn't even acknowledge them.

Qiao Mu turned around and swept them a gaze without any warmth. "Examine your own conscience and ask yourselves, if I weren't a level-14 mystic cultivator, if I weren't an advanced-level talisman practitioner, if I… wasn't such an exceptionally gifted young genius. Would you still bring me back?"

As she said this, she scoffed at him in ridicule. "Family is also preordained by fate. From the looks of it today, I have no fate with the Mu Clan. Please leave, I won't be seeing you out."

"You!" The white-haired elder was livid. "Do you know what the Mu Clan of the Divine Province represents? If you don't have the protection of a clan, you won't be going far in your future path."

"Could it be your scope is only limited to a tiny Lower Star Domain and a mere crown prince consort of the Mo Kingdom?" The white-haired elder shouted, "Do you know that if you return to the clan, with your talent and identity, you can even reclaim your original marriage engagement! You simply wouldn't need to compromise and marry the crown prince of a minor kingdom in the Lower Star Domain."

"Old Bai!" Mu Jingrui shouted harshly. "The marriage engagement can be discussed at a later time. Right now we are talking about bringing Xiao Qiao home."

"I will not acknowledge whatever rubbish marriage engagement that is. If you dare insult my Lian again, I will have you completely turn into a dead person." The little fellow erupted with a viciousness that made people's blood run cold.

"A frog at the bottom of a well." The white-haired elder got so infuriated that he gasped heavily. "Your original match could have been the Nether Province's Young Master of the Upper Three Provinces!"

"Scram!" Qiao Mu tossed over a handful of poisonous powder, which finally stopped up the elder's rambling mouth.

Qiao Zhongbang and Wei Ziqin gazed blankly at their daughter.

"Chunying, what are you standing there for? See the guests out!"

After saying this, she didn't look at Mu Jingrui and the white-haired elder again as she promptly left the study with a flick of her sleeves, leaving behind the unsightly-looking white-haired elder.

In contrast, Mu Jingrui gazed thoughtfully at Qiao Mu's leaving figure without saying anything for a while.

Wei Ziqin and Qiao Zhongbang looked at each other in dismay.

After a long time, Wei Ziqin released her grip as if she had gotten pricked by something. She left urgently while saying, "I, I'll be checking up on our daughter."

Wei Ziqin strode quickly to Qiao Mu's room. However, she stood dazedly in front of the door for a long while without taking another step.

This lasted until Qiao Mu opened the door and met her eyes.

It was only then that Wei Ziqin silently walked inside and sat on the edge of Qiao Mu's brocade divan. She told Qiao Mu gently, "Qiaoqiao. You, have you calmed down now?"

"I have been very calm the whole time," Qiao Mu replied coolly.

"You, do you blame Mom, for, for hiding this from you all along?" Wei Ziqin grasped her small hand nervously.

In reality, Qiao Mu was still very shaken up. After all, she hadn't been able to prepare herself mentally for today's events.

That Seventh Master from the Mu Clan just came and told her that she wasn't from the Qiao Family, that her surname was Mu. This was truly quite ridiculous.

"Qiaoqiao, sor-sorry…"

"Mom, what should you be sorry to me about." Qiao Mu turned to look at Wei Ziqin as she said earnestly, "If not for Mom and Dad raising me all these years, I might have already died."