Hearing Mo Tieyi's cold and majestic voice, Yan Xihua was shocked, and her weak body shivered in Mo Jia's arms.
Mo Jia hugged her comfortingly and slowly looked back. His sinister and cold gaze made Mo Tieyi narrow his eyes.
"Grandpa, there's no need to work in vain, I will leave with Xihua."
"How dare you!!" Mo Tieyi banged his cane, glared at him, and said angrily, "Don't forget, you want to marry Zi Yin!"
Yan Xihua's expression changed slightly, she raised her head and looked at Mo Jia, "Mo Jia, is this...really?"
Mo Jia lowered his eyes and furrowed his brows, the loneliness and helplessness in his eyes slowly spread. As the crown prince of M.O., he was blessed with many blessings and was envied by others, but he could not be his own master.
Really, quite ironic.
Mo Tieyi sneered, "The wedding date has been set, and Mo Jia also agreed. I advise you, since you are lucky enough to survive, you must cherish it."
Mo Jia turned around, his black eyes glowing with cold light, like stars in winter, bright but extremely cold. He walked straight towards Mo Tieyi, his enchanting long hair forming an arrogant arc behind him.
Mo Tieyi raised his head slightly, with a formidable aura. The majesty of the head of the Mo family would never allow any violation.
"Grandpa," Mo Jia's voice was quite calm. She stood in front of him with an expression so indifferent that it couldn't stir up any ripples. "Don't force me to do cruel things."
Mo Tieyi's eyes widened, and he struggled to stand up slowly with a cane in his hand.
Sister Zhong was worried on the side and reached out to help him, "Old Master..."
Mo Tieyi waved his hand, moved a few trembling steps, stood still, raised his head, and looked at him for a moment, "In the past so many years, our Mo clan has finally had a little hope that we can escape anytime and anywhere.
The shadow of death hangs over us. Have you forgotten what your parents said before they died? Now, for this woman, are you going to abandon the entire family?"
The color of Mojia's eyes suddenly darkened, and the endless blackness filled his pupils, just like the darkness of night.
Yan Xihua sat up and leaned against the bed, staring at Mo Jia with complicated eyes, listening to their conversation quietly.
She had been sleeping for too long, but her mind would stay awake intermittently, so she knew more or less what happened during this period, especially everything Mojia did for her.
Mo Tieyi took a deep breath and said, "The rune bead passed down from the Mo family has always been kept by your father. Without it, it will be difficult for you to control the changes in your body when you become an adult. Finally..."
He paused. Needless to say, everyone knew the result.
After standing for a while, Mo Tieyi's legs felt a little strained and he could no longer support him. Sister Zhong supported him and sat back in the wheelchair, showing his old age.
"Su Zhicheng used to be your father's right-hand man. That year on your birthday, he brought his daughter to congratulate you. Unexpectedly, a fire broke out. For the Mo family, such natural and man-made disasters are no longer surprising. Su Zhicheng rushed into the fire
He rescued his daughter from the sea, and she actually held a box containing a rune bead in her hand. Your father didn't even know how she found it... All he could confirm was that she had swallowed the bead. Our Mo family
The rune bead has existed for thousands of years and is very spiritual. When it enters the human body, it will merge into one. In other words, in place of the rune bead, Su Zhicheng's daughter is the only antidote to save you! Just wait until she reaches 18 years old.
"
For the first time in so many years, Mo Tieyi talked about this past incident. Mo Jia frowned and lowered his eyes, unable to detect his emotions clearly.
"Su Zhicheng has been with your father for a long time, and he may know the inside story, so he disappeared with his daughter overnight. Now, after finally finding Su Ziyin, grandpa will never give up this only chance to save you!" Mo Tieyi's eyes were deep.
, word for word, "I don't care if you are willing or not, I only know that I want to save my grandson."
"Is it true... that as long as Mo Jia marries that young lady, he will be saved..." Yan Xihua asked softly.
Mojia slowly turned his head and raised his eyes to look at her.
Mo Tieyi gave her a cold look, but still nodded.
When Mo Jia's eyes met, a gentle smile broke out on Yan Xihua's beautiful cheeks, but tears welled up quietly, "Mo Jia, marry that lady."