Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Alright, I'll listen to you, Brother Ling.”

 Chen Qingyan lowered her eyes covering the coldness in her eyes.

 It seemed that Mu Ling was not very reliable this time. She must let the old man move back to the eastern courtyard!

 Mu Ling suddenly thought of what Hai Rong had once said.

 “Qing Yan, Grandmaster Hai Rong said that we should not visit Father so often now in order not to provoke him. You may go to visit him when he gets better.”

 Mu Ling felt a headache when he said that.

 He knew that his father did not like Qingyan, but he did not expect his father to hate her this much.

 At first, Qingyan had insisted on taking care of his father. However, his father had always disagreed.

 Qingyan had almost fainted while kneeling outside the door on this matter.

 He decided to let her make the medicine and gave the only spirit herb to Qingyan due to her filial piety.

 He had always thought that his father would always accept Qingyan over time.

 If anyone said this to him, he would have ignored them, but it was from Hai Rong…

 He had always believed in Hai Rong's words!

 Chen Qingyan raised her pale face and seemed devastated.

 Her soft body was shaking and her face was full of sorrow.

 “Does my existence irritate the old master?” She said with a bitter smile. “I thought that as long as I was good to the old master, he would accept me someday.”

 Mu Ling felt a pain in his heart. He held Chen Qingyan in his arms, tightly. “Qingyan, it is not your fault. It was the old man himself who cannot see your kindness. Everyone in the Mu family knows that you treat him well. How can it be your fault?”

 “Brother Ling.” Chen Qingyan took a bracelet out of her bag and put it in Mu Ling's hands. He smiled bitterly. “This is what I found when I went out this time. Let the old master wear it. The level of his strength will be concealed with this. Then, others will not know that the old master's strength is declining.”

 She turned and walked out of the courtyard after she had put the bracelet in Mu Ling's hands.

 Mu Ling held onto the bracelet tightly. He felt guilty while staring at Qingyan's figure when she left.

 After all, he had still made Qingyan sad this time.

 “Where is the old master now?”

 “My Lord, the old master has never come out of the courtyard,” the guard responded, respectfully.

 Mu Ling held the bracelet in his hand, tightly. He no longer spoke and then turned to walk toward the courtyard.

 In the Mu family, the courtyard was the only place that was tranquil.

 Mu Ling could see the old master sitting on the ground, watching the ants move from a distance. He frowned angrily.

 “Father, what are you doing?”

 The old man snorted. “Even the ants are so united, why is my family like a heap of loose sand?”

 “Father!” Mu Ling was in pain. “I don't know why you hate Qingyan so much. Hasn't she done enough for you? You are so stubborn. You wanted to move out of the eastern courtyard. That was fine with me. I have let you do what you wanted. You are my father. I can't do anything to you. However, can't you just be nicer to Qingyan knowing that she's my wife?”

 The old master lifted his head and asked, stiffly, “Did you say Chen Qingyan? Isn't she dead yet?”

 “Father!!!”

 Mu Ling's face darkened significantly. He did not understand why the old man could easily accept Suyi but was so cruel to Qingyan.

 The past was the past. Why should they keep holding onto those unhappy moments?

 “Hai Rong said that Qingyan should not often appear in front of you in order not to provoke you. Do you know how sad Qingyan was when she was told that? She has always thought of you and is so filial to you. Can't you just be nicer to her?”