Chapter 8 - I Have Come Here for You... (2/2)

Mo Huating stared at Wei Yuewu, feeling as dumbfounded as others.

Was this girl really Miss Wei, the Sixth Young Lady, who was said to be plain-looking and untalented, and who was the fiancée Mother had arranged for me when she was still alive?

This girl, with a heavy makeup, long bangs, vague features and even a gloomy air, was totally different from the beautiful, gentle, and lovely Wei Yan.

How could such a woman be his wife!

Besides, his future wife would be more than a marquise….

However, what Mo Huating had never expected was that Miss sixth, who was said to be good for nothing, should be so sharp-tongued. And when she looked up, he actually sensed stunning beauty in her bright eyes. Nevertheless, the pair of eyes rendered her appearance a little more incongruous, as if those eyes should not appear on such a plain face.

Mo Huating was not Shuiyun, and he was not as panicked as Shuiyun. After a moment of trance, he regained his presence of mind and yelled at Shuiyun: “Shut up. She is a human, not a ghost!”

But Shuiyun was too frightened to hear his words and kept kowtowing to Wei Yuewu for mercy. Consequently, her forehead quickly became bruised and swollen, and incoherent speech continued to bubble from her mouth: “Sixth Young Lady… it was the Second Young Lady who asked me to do this… she… she is the person you should look for… not me!”

Seeing that Shuiyun was still divulging his secret, Mo Huating anxiously turned around in an attempt to stop her while the guard from the mansion of Duke of Yan turned around simultaneously and coldly blocked him with an arm.

Despite his great unwillingness to back off, Mo Huating dared not confront with the guard. He knew clearly that he could not afford to offend Yan Huaijing’s men, even if they were only his guards.

But Mo Huating was genuinely pissed off and anxious as Shuiyun was still unable to regain her senses and raving in front of the crowd.

Wei Yuewu crouched down and leaned her terribly white and stiff face towards Shuiyun. With a faint smile, she asked the maid in a ghostly voice, “Shuiyun, why should I look for my second elder sister? What did she do that would hurt me? Does it have anything to do with Marquis Jing Yuan?”

Such a smile, together with Wei Yuewu’s purposely elongated and ghostly voice and her pale face indeed frightened Shuiyun out of her wits.

“The Second Young Lady, she… and Marquis Jing Yuan… wanted to… to…” With her mind out of control at the moment, the maid was almost ready to answer every question….

All the onlookers involuntarily held their breath and stared at her with a feeling that she was going to tell a truth that everyone did not know!