From an abandoned girl to a wealthy lady

Chapter 134: Ritual Approaches: Trapped in the Abyss of Tradition

The end of the passage is not Secretary Li’s study, but a secret underground space.

The humid air is mixed with the fragrance of dusty ancient wood. The dim light barely illuminates the ancient stone wall, which is engraved with intricate patterns and exudes a faint mysterious atmosphere.

Her warm heartbeat involuntarily quickened, and she felt as if she had traveled through time and space and arrived in an unknown ancient world.

This is the venue for the Mo family inheritance ceremony.

The surrounding area was filled with tribesmen dressed in traditional costumes. They looked solemn, whispered to each other, and their eyes fell on Wen Nuan from time to time, with scrutiny and inquiry.

Wen Nuan felt a little uneasy. She held the jade pendant tightly in her hand and tried to stay calm.

She was like a bull that had strayed into a porcelain shop, out of place but forced to be careful.

Before the ceremony began, Scholar Sun quietly walked over to Wen Nuan and whispered, "Remember, no matter what happens later, don't panic. Do as I teach you, concentrate, and feel the power of the jade pendant." He paused, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. "The Mo family inheritance is no joke. Be careful."

Wen Nuan took a deep breath and kept Scholar Sun's instructions in mind.

She stroked the smooth surface of the jade pendant, feeling the slight coolness coming from it, trying to draw strength from it.

"Are you ready?" Mo Han's voice sounded in her ears, with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.

Wen Nuan turned to look at him and gave him a firm look. "Ready."

Mo Han nodded slightly, then walked to the center of the venue and bowed respectfully to an old man with white hair and beard.

The old man was dressed in a gorgeous suit and held a scepter carved with dragon patterns, looking majestic without even being angry.

He is the elder of the Mo family and the Zhao family, and is in charge of all the inheritance ceremonies of the Mo family.

The elder of the Zhao clan spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful: "Mo Han, are you sure you want to choose her as the future of the Mo family..." His words stopped abruptly, and his eyes swept over Wen Nuan sharply, with profound meaning.

The voice of the Zhao clan elder echoed in the empty underground space, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"Mo Han, are you sure you want to choose her as the future mistress of the Mo family?" His sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, making Wen Nuan feel suffocated.

After a pause, the Zhao elder continued, "According to the Mo family's ancestral precepts, to become the Mo family's mistress, one must be familiar with the 'Three Questions' passed down through generations of our family. Only by answering the 'Three Questions' correctly can one prove that they are qualified to lead the Mo family."

A chill rose from the warm soles of her feet. She didn't expect there would be such a hurdle.

She knew almost nothing about the history and traditions of the Mo family, and these "three questions" were undoubtedly a huge challenge for her.

"First question," the Zhao elder said slowly, his voice low and powerful, "what is 'home'?"

Wen Nuan's mind went blank. This question seemed simple, yet it was extremely profound.

She looked at Mo Han for help, but only saw his encouraging eyes.

Mo Han quietly held her hand, his fingers gently rubbing her palm, silently transmitting strength.

Wen Nuan's face flushed slightly, but Mo Han's actions made her feel inexplicably at ease.

Wen Nuan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She looked at the elder of the Zhao clan and spoke slowly: "Home is not just a bond of blood, but also an interweaving of responsibility and love. It is a harbor that can shelter you from wind and rain; it is a beacon that can guide you in the direction..." She did not copy the answer taught by Scholar Sun, but combined her own understanding to express her own definition of "home".

Mo Han looked at her, his eyes full of admiration.

Although Wen Nuan's answer was not completely traditional, it contained her unique insights, which surprised him.

The warm answer caused the tribe members to murmur, some agreed and some questioned.

The elder of the Zhao clan looked at Wen Nuan with a deep and unfathomable look in his eyes.

He slowly raised the scepter in his hand, "Second question..."

The Zhao elder slowly raised the scepter in his hand and asked, "Second question, what is 'inheritance'?"

Warm Heart raised the question again, and this question was more abstract than the first one.

She tried hard to recall what Scholar Sun had taught her, but found that those complicated words seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

Just when Wen Nuan was about to give up, Scholar Sun suddenly stepped forward. He bowed to the Zhao clan elder and spoke aloud, "Elder, although Miss Wen Nuan's answer differs from the traditional interpretation, it contains a deeper meaning. The 'family' she spoke of is not limited to blood ties, but emphasizes responsibility and love. This is the spiritual core passed down from generation to generation by the Mo family!"

Scholar Sun's explanation shocked everyone present.

They originally thought that Wen Nuan's answer was too casual, but they didn't expect that it contained such profound philosophy.

Even the elders of the Zhao clan couldn't help but nod slightly, with a hint of admiration in their eyes.

Seeing the change in the tribesmen's attitude, Uncle Mo's face turned a little ugly.

He originally thought that Wen Nuan would make a fool of herself at the ceremony, but he didn't expect that she would get the support of Scholar Sun.

"Inheritance," Wen Nuan found a new approach inspired by Scholar Sun. Her eyes were firm and her tone was steady. "It's not about sticking to the old ways, but about integrating the wisdom and experience of our ancestors into modern life, constantly innovating and developing. Only in this way can the family legacy last forever!"

The warm answer was resounding, full of confidence and strength.

Her words were like a flash of lightning, cutting through the dullness of the underground space and refreshing everyone present.

The elder of the Zhao clan looked at Wen Nuan, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He slowly put down the scepter in his hand. "Very good. Then, the third question..."

When Uncle Mo saw Wen Nuan's performance during the ceremony, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes...

He walked to an inconspicuous corner and whispered, "You go..."

The Zhao elder spoke slowly, his tone more serious than before: "This third question is not asked by me, but by the spirit of our ancestors." After he finished speaking, he raised the scepter above his head and muttered something.

The intricate patterns on the ancient stone wall suddenly lit up, emitting a dazzling light.

The light gathered into a beam of light, shining directly into the jade pendant in Wen Nuan's hand.

The jade pendant also began to emit a soft glow, complementing the beam of light.

Wen Nuan only felt a powerful force surging into her body, making her feel dizzy.

Then, a deep and majestic voice sounded in her mind: "Ru, are you willing to protect everything for the Mo family, even at the cost of your life?"

The voice seemed to come from ancient times, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Her warm heart was beating violently, and she knew that this was the final test from the spirits of her ancestors.

"I do!" Wen Nuan answered without hesitation.

As soon as she finished speaking, the jade pendant shone even brighter, and the entire underground space was illuminated as if it were daytime.

The elder of the Zhao clan slowly put down his scepter, a relieved smile on his face.

"Congratulations, you have passed the test of the ancestors."

Uncle Mo watched all this, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He originally thought that Wen Nuan would give up, but he didn't expect her to be so determined.

He began to re-examine this niece whom he once despised, and his opinion of her began to change.

After the ceremony, Mo Han held the warm hands tightly, his eyes full of love and pride.

"You did it, my wife."

Wen Nuan smiled slightly and shook his hand back.

She knew that although the ceremony was over, it was just the beginning.

She still has many challenges to face, but she believes that as long as Mo Han is by her side, she will be fearless.

Just as Wen Nuan was immersed in joy, a waiter hurried over and whispered a few words in Mo Han's ear.

Mo Han's expression changed slightly. He turned to look at Wen Nuan, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

"Strategic meeting room, now."