Chapter 145: I Know Why the Mo Family Has No Descendants

Chapter 145: I Know Why the Mo Family Has No Descendants

Seeing that mentioning his previous actions did not further enrage Mo Jiuya, Nan Heng pondered for a moment before revealing another piece of information.

"I even dispatched men to lay in ambush at Ox Horn Mountain, planning to take Mo Jiuya's life."

He Zhiran and Mo Jiuya had already learned of this from the black-clad individual. Hearing it directly from Nan Heng's mouth now was merely a confirmation of what they already knew.

"That is all I have done to the Mo family. Nothing more."

Nan Heng's limbs were bound by ropes; otherwise, he would have raised his hand in an oath to convince the person before him of his sincerity.

Mo Jiuya approached him step by step, his voice deep with a warning, "Think carefully. Have you done anything else?"

Nan Heng shook his head vigorously. "Truly, there is nothing more. I've only done what I've told you.

Moreover, after hearing about your falling out with Nan Qi, I recalled the second batch of assassins I had prepared to send."

He Zhiran exchanged a glance with Mo Jiuya. Relying on their intuition, they sensed that Nan Heng was not lying.

With that said, there was no point in him continuing to live.

He Zhiran raised the knife, aiming it at Nan Heng's throat, prepared to end his suffering swiftly.

Nan Heng assumed that the woman didn't believe his words and was about to interrogate him further.

He shouted in a trembling voice, "I've told you everything I've done. You can't go back on your word and not keep your promise..."

Faced with such a coward, He Zhiran sneered inwardly and halted her action.

She was somewhat curious as to how Nan Heng would attempt to save himself next.

Nan Heng had lost all sense of reason from fear.

In an attempt to save his life, he bargained with He Zhiran once more.

"I know of a significant event in the Mo family. If you agree to let me leave alive, I'll tell you about it."

Neither Mo Jiuya nor He Zhiran knew what major event Nan Heng was referring to in the Mo family.

Indeed, both of them were intrigued by this.

He Zhiran put away her dagger, revealing an innocent and harmless smile.

"Since that's the case, tell me more. Let's see if this matter is significant enough to weigh against your life."

Seeing her put down the knife, Nan Heng exhaled in relief and quickly spoke up, "I know the reason why the Mo family has no descendants."

The topic of the Mo family's offspring did pique He Zhiran's curiosity.

It was one thing that Mo Jiuya had few brothers, only nine in total, all of whom were married. But their sisters-in-law seemed healthy, so why hadn't any of them given birth to an heir for the Mo family?

Contemplating this, He Zhiran eagerly pressed on, "Why is that?"

Noticing her interest, Nan Heng hastily laid out his conditions.

"To uncover the true motive behind this incident, you must deliver me into the hands of my people. As long as I am safe, I promise to disclose everything."

It was absurd for He Zhiran to believe such nonsense.

"Since you're unwilling to speak, don't blame me for being ruthless."

She even glanced at Yun Li's corpse as she spoke, leaving her intentions clear.

The image of Yun Li's agony sent a shiver down Nan Heng's spine.

"No, I admit I wronged the Mo family, but I never took anyone's life from them directly. You can't treat me in this manner."

Mo Jiuya scoffed at this moment.

"You're quite skilled at justifying yourself. Although Fourth Brother wasn't killed by your own hands, his death was a direct result of your actions. And Third Brother, he was alive, yet as a prince of Dahuan, he did nothing when a subject was being oppressed; instead, he exploited the situation. Furthermore, you orchestrated the poisoning of the well. If not for the resilience of the Mo family, there might not have even been an exile sentence."

Mo Jiuya made no mention of the ambush by black-clad assailants on Ox Horn Mountain, nor his and He Zhiran's plunge off the cliff.

Those few incidents alone were enough to put Nan Heng to death several times over.

At that moment, He Zhiran had already conjured a vial in front of Nan Heng, swaying it before his eyes.

"I poured this on Yun Li's face, and that's how she ended up like that. Care to try it out?"

"No... No... I can't..." Nan Heng shook his head frantically.

He Zhiran sneered. "If you don't wish to experience it yourself, I suppose you know what you should do."

Nan Heng nodded vigorously. "I know... I know... I'll speak."

Pausing for a moment, he gritted his teeth and finally revealed the reason behind the lack of descendants in the Mo family.

"It was my mother, she said that the Mo family would eventually align with Nan Qi. To prevent the Mo family from growing in power, she decided to cut off their lineage."

Upon hearing this, Mo Jiuya could no longer contain his emotions. Pushing past He Zhiran, he approached Nan Heng and fiercely gripped his throat.

"What exactly did she do to the Mo family?"

Nan Heng, fearing for his life, desperately explained, "My mother...my mother bribed Liu Ma, the head nurse in Madam Mo's courtyard. Whenever a new bride enters the family, she would tamper with the tea, ensuring that any daughter-in-law of the Mo family would never bear children."

As Nan Heng finished his words, a sharp crack echoed through the silent room.

With a fierce exertion, Mo Jiuya snapped Nan Heng's neck.

Nan Heng's eyes widened in terror before his breath ceased altogether.

He Zhiran glanced once more at the clock hanging in the infirmary; it was already past three in the morning.

Time was of the essence; they couldn't afford to dwell on the matter of the Mo family women being drugged. The priority now was to dispose of the two corpses before dawn broke.

Moreover, Mo Yunfeng would likely awaken soon, and they needed to evacuate him from the space promptly.

Seeing Mo Jiuya still standing in place, somewhat agitated, He Zhiran prompted, "It's getting late. Let's go out first."

Mo Jiuya nodded in agreement. "Alright."

The pair quickly tidied up and exited the space together.

Mo Jiuya first surveyed the area outside the tent before scooping up He Zhiran in his arms, vanishing from their original spot in an instant.

They raced into the depths of the forest and halted before a deep pool.

He Zhiran glanced at the bottomless pond.

Without suspicion, she used her mental power to retrieve the two corpses from her spatial dimension, promptly discarding them into the depths of the pool.

Indeed, such a location with its secluded and deep pond was an ideal place to dispose of bodies.

It was unlikely that anyone would ever find these two corpses...

After settling this matter, Mo Jiuya and He Zhiran examined each other's attire, ensuring there were no flaws or traces left behind. Only then did they depart together.

Once again, Mo Jiuya carried He Zhiran as they glided through the air using martial arts techniques, stopping in a forest a few miles away from the campsite.

With a thought from He Zhiran, Mo Yunfeng materialized in the open space before them.

Mo Jiuya stepped forward and gently tapped Mo Yunfeng's cheek.

"Third Brother, wake up, it's me, Jiuye. Can you hear me?"

After a few minutes of calling out, Mo Yunfeng finally stirred and regained consciousness.

Mo Yunfeng immediately recognized the person in front of him.

"Ninth Brother?"

Mo Jiuya nodded vigorously. "It's me, Third Brother."