Mysteries of the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 194 Extra Mo Yun (4)

The crowd gasped in astonishment, and the onlookers immediately understood.

Everyone in the funeral procession was firmly restrained, and none of them could move.

Yan Mingzhang tapped the coffin with his hand, looked meaningfully at the middle-aged man at the head of the group, and remained silent.

The middle-aged man, his face ashen, was dragged away.

It was said that during interrogation, the bandits kowtowed and begged for mercy. Finally, the Ministry of War issued an order: The bandit leader, Li Fu, and others robbed the warehouse; the case was serious, the circumstances grave, and their crimes heinous; they were to be beheaded and their heads displayed publicly. Yan Lizhe was promoted two ranks for his meritorious service in apprehending the bandits. But that's another story.

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Although he had heard many stories of young heroes from Old Man Sun, seeing Yan Mingzhang capture the thief in person still moved Mo Yun. He considered himself clever, but today he truly admired him.

Holding the half-eaten roast chicken he'd bought with his reward money, Mo Yun walked back in a cheerful mood. As he reached the end of the narrow alley, he heard shouts and curses coming from inside a house. He was back!
Mo Yun used all her strength to rush back and pushed the door open.

The man was tall, with bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair, and a stubble beard. He reeked of alcohol and smelled awful. His clothes were so black they were unrecognizable; he had clearly spent days and nights gambling away all his money! His eyes widened in fury as he roared, "You bastard! You dare hide money!" With that, he raised the wine jug in his hand and smashed it to the ground. The sound of the shattering jug was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

He raised his huge fist high and slammed it at his mother. Mo Yun rushed forward, pushed the man away, and shielded his mother behind him.

The man, unsteady on his feet and barely able to stand, stumbled and fell to the ground after being pushed by Mo Yun. He cursed loudly, "You unfilial son! You've gone too far! Don't you even respect me as your father?!"

Enraged, Mo Yun rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and slammed it onto the table: "You grow older every day, and I grow stronger every day. There will come a day when you can't beat me, and that will be your death day! There's no better time than now. Rather than let you kill us, I'd rather kill you sooner!"

After Mo Yun finished speaking, he raised his knife to strike. Seeing that the situation was not good, his mother quickly hugged Mo Yun, crying and shouting, "Why don't you run away!"

The man was clearly panicked. He scrambled out of the house and, seeing that Mo Yun hadn't chased after him, stood in the yard cursing. When he saw Mo Yun about to rush out, he turned and ran away, muttering words of resentment.

Seeing the man run away, Li collapsed to the ground, her cheeks red and swollen, tears welling in her eyes: "Your father wasn't like this before, how did he become like this?"

Mo Yun said angrily, "He's not my father! Mother, why did you pull me just now?"

Madam Li touched Mo Yun's cheek and said with heartache, "I'm not doing this for him, I'm doing it for you. If you really hurt him, he is still your father in name, and that would be severely punished!"

Mo Yun nodded with heartache: "Mother, you should divorce him! Why make things so difficult for yourself?"

Li was heartbroken and had long since given up any hope for that man: "It's not that I don't want to, but do you think he'll let us go? We have no power, no influence, no money, how could we possibly get a divorce?"

Mo Yun murmured to himself, seemingly lost in thought.

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That day, Yan Mingzhang took Changfeng out. As soon as they stepped out of the main gate, a familiar figure came up to them. Changfeng nudged Yan Mingzhang and whispered, "It's Moyun!" Moyun kicked away a pebble at his feet, looking somewhat embarrassed. The pride typical of his age made it difficult for him to speak.

"Brother, how about it? What do you think of what I said yesterday? Young Master is destined to be an upright official who eliminates evil for the people. We urgently need heroes to join us. What do you say?" Changfeng saw through Moyun's thoughts at a glance, but he felt a little embarrassed, so he gave him a way out.

Mo Yun's face lit up with joy. She glanced at the smiling Yan Mingzhang beside her and laughed, "Alright...but I need you to do something for me."

As night fell, familiar footsteps echoed from the alley entrance. The man, carrying a bottle of liquor, staggered back, then leaned against the wall and vomited. Just hearing the sound was enough to conjure up the stench, enough to make one want to vomit.

The man had just stepped into the courtyard when he saw Mo Yun sitting there in the moonlight, sharpening a knife, the sound slow and deliberate. Mo Yun turned around, staring at the man with a strange smile. The man felt a chill run down his spine, and the alcohol instantly sobered him up: "Y-you...what do you want to do?"

Under the cold moonlight, Mo Yun raised the sharp kitchen knife, its gleaming blade making his face appear even more eerie. Mo Yun smiled slightly, his tone calm yet chilling: "What are you afraid of? I just want to kill a chicken..."

Mo Yun looked at him and walked over.

The man slumped to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

In the middle of the night, the man suddenly sat up with a start, as if sensing something. He turned his head and saw Mo Yun sitting at the head of his bed, holding the knife, smiling at him. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating his cold, handsome face. The man was terrified by this sudden action and asked in a trembling voice, "You... what do you want?"

As if his thoughts had been read, Mo Yun awkwardly sheathed his knife, left without a word.

Less than a month later, the man visibly became haggard.

"What exactly do you want? Get out! Get out!" The man finally snapped, pointing at Mo Yun's mother, "No, I'm going to divorce you! Divorce you!"

A hint of joy flashed in Mo Yun's eyes, but he remained calm and sneered, "If anyone should get out, it's you. We want this house!"

"You're dreaming!" The man slammed his fist on the table, almost breaking it apart.

“I can give you the house, but it’s not a divorce, it’s a settlement! That way, we won’t ask you for money anymore, and we’ll be even, how about that?” Mo Yun seemed to grit her teeth and said ruthlessly.

"You have to keep your word!" The man thought for a moment, realizing that this house was the only thing worth anything in the family, and fearing that Mo Yun might change her mind, "The divorce agreement must be written clearly! We'll be even from now on! And the clan chief and other elders in the clan must witness it!"

"Okay, no problem!" Mo Yun said firmly. Mo Yun's mother pulled Mo Yun, somewhat incredulous: "Mo Yun, if we lose even this house, where will we live?"

"Mother, believe me, we'll find a way!" Mo Yun said firmly, holding her mother's hand.

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The divorce went smoothly. After the divorce, Mo Yun and her mother moved into the Yan residence. Within a few months, Mo Yun's mother's complexion became rounder and she looked more energetic.

As for the man, he came looking for us a few times, was beaten a few times by the servants, and then he behaved himself. Later, we heard that he lost money gambling, mortgaged his only house, and disappeared without a trace.