The legitimate daughter returns, and everyone in the Marquis's mansion regrets and begs for for

The defeat of the Xia Kingdom swept through the entire Marquis's mansion like a storm with dark clouds gathering. Qu Muya never imagined that she would stand at the center of this vortex of power and betrayal, and the bitterness and anger in her heart intertwined into an indescribable tide.

"Your regrets are now too late," she murmured to herself by the window, the sky outside gradually turning gray. This once warm home was now filled with an atmosphere of sorrow, even the autumn wind outside the window carried a hint of chill.

The news of Qu Qingwan's expulsion shattered the tranquility of the Marquis's mansion like a bolt of lightning. The old lady was heartbroken; her once haughty demeanor completely collapsed at this moment. When she knelt before Qu Muya, a trace of sadness and helplessness appeared in her eyes, like a lone boat that had lost its way. "Muya, please come home. Although Qingwan made mistakes, she is still your sister."

"Sisters?" Qu Muya sneered, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes. "Have you forgotten how her sisters treated me?"

The atmosphere froze instantly, as if even the air itself had become heavy. The old lady's hands trembled slightly, her face etched with the wrinkles of time—a silent indictment of her past pride and mistakes. She was indeed the noble mistress of a marquis's mansion, yet she could not bear the betrayal and harm inflicted by her own children.

“Mu Ya,” Qu Jia’en’s voice came from behind, filled with endless regret and guilt. He stepped forward, seemingly wanting to take her hand, but stopped halfway. Those hands, once his salvation, had now become a helpless constraint. “I was wrong, so wrong. I shouldn’t have trusted her, and I shouldn’t have forgotten your feelings. Please, come home, come back to me.”

Qu Muya's gaze grew increasingly cold, and the wound in her heart was torn open again in an instant, unable to heal. She had once thought home was a warm haven, but now it had become an isolated island she could never return to. Her silence seemed like a final verdict against her family, and Qu Jia'en's face gradually blurred in her eyes.

"Muya, you are no longer my sister, and I am no longer the one who can protect you," Qu Jia'en said helplessly, his voice filled with endless pain. His shoulders seemed to bear the weight of the entire Marquis's mansion, as if a thousand-pound mountain was pressing down on his heart.

"These past years have been very difficult for me in the Marquis's mansion." He paused, then continued, "Our parents' health is deteriorating, my elder brother's condition is worsening, and our family fortune is gradually declining. We need you!"

"Have you said enough?" Qu Muya interrupted Qu Jia'en, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "If you think we sisters have a deep bond, you don't need to say such things. We grew up in the Marquis's mansion; we know perfectly well what you've done to us."

She didn't want to recall the past; those wounds had already scabbed over, and she had grown accustomed to this excruciating pain. But now, with her wounds laid bare and her bloody scars ripped open, she realized just how terrible pain could be, how it could pierce to the very marrow of her bones.

Qu Jiaen's face was pale, and her lips were tightly pressed together, as if she was trying her best to endure something.

"You know what I'm talking about. Your parents, your brothers, and our children—their fates no longer belong to you. If you have any conscience left, please let them go! I beg you."

His voice was full of pleading, which made her heart clench inexplicably.

Qu Muya's eyes flickered slightly, and she ultimately chose to leave the Marquis's residence. Her steps were somewhat unsteady, but she still insisted on walking forward, her face filled with stubbornness and determination.

She was going to find Li Mo and ask him to teach her how to control the life and death power of the Marquis's mansion.

He was not her husband, nor was he qualified to be her husband. Their engagement had been nullified five years ago, and only their relationship was based on mutual benefit. She had no reason to be attached to anything.

Li Mo was reviewing memorials in his study when he saw Qu Muya. He paused slightly, then asked, "What brings you here?"

“I want to talk to you.” Qu Muya’s tone was somewhat cold. She sat opposite him, her expression indifferent. “Could you put down your memorial?”

“Of course.” Li Mo put the pen aside and crossed his legs gracefully.

“I want to talk to you about our engagement,” she said slowly.

Li Mo's body jolted, and his eyes instantly dimmed. He lowered his head, concealing the fleeting desolation in his eyes, but Qu Muya still caught it. He looked up at her. "Muya, do you think I'm useless? That I can't help you with anything?"

She shook her head. "You can help me, after all."

A hint of joy appeared on his face. "So you mean, if I help you, you'll marry me?"

“It’s not that you can’t help me, it’s that you’re unwilling to help,” Qu Muya said, looking directly into his eyes with a firm gaze.

"I."

“Don’t deny it, I know what you’re thinking.” Qu Muya interrupted him. “I only need your help. Don’t you want to become the emperor of the Great Shang Dynasty?”

If you help me, I can help you seize the Shang Dynasty's empire. But first, you must tell me, are you willing to help me?

“Mu Ya,” Li Mo hesitated for a long time before finally nodding.

Qu Muya revealed a hint of relief; this was something she had expected. "It's simple. I need you to help me find out if you killed the Qu family members. Also, help me find a burial plot; I want to bury my father. Furthermore, I want the Qu family utterly destroyed!"

“Okay.” Li Mo nodded without hesitation. “I’ll handle this as soon as possible. Wait for my good news.”

"Thank you!" Qu Muya stood up and bowed to Li Mo.

"Mu Ya!" he called out, wanting to go forward, but her figure disappeared at the door.

She seemed to have vanished suddenly. He slumped back into his chair, his eyes filled with pain and struggle. He had caused all of this himself. Why had he been so impulsive? Why had he revealed everything? If he hadn't, perhaps Mu Ya would still be living in the capital, still enjoying her happiness. But now everything was different. This fool, her life was destined to be ruined by his own hands.

His heart was filled with self-reproach. He knew he had lost her, but his love had burned out completely. He couldn't even face anyone in the Qu family. Now, the only person who could save the Qu family was her, but she already knew everything.

In that case, she would hate him, despise him! But he had no choice; it was the only thing he could do for her.