Mrs. Mo's face turned ashen as she listened, and she slumped into her chair, murmuring, "Marquis, could it really have come to this? Has our Mo family truly fallen so low? When the Emperor ascended the throne, our family made significant contributions."
Mo Yongan shook his head, "The will of a sovereign is unpredictable. Who knows if there will come a day when the Emperor takes a dislike to our family? In the future, discipline Qiu'er properly, make sure she doesn't go out and cause any more trouble."
Third Miss Mo stood at the entrance. She had instructed the servant not to announce her presence, as she wanted to eavesdrop on her parents' conversation. What she heard was more than she expected, and as she pushed aside the curtain and entered the room, she implored, "Father, am I to suffer these injustices in silence?" Tears began to fall from her eyes once again.
