Chapter 1167

Nangong Xu was always somewhat worried.

In the grand manor of the illustrious family, it was indeed inscrutable—how could a young girl like Baili Xia possibly stay there properly by herself?

He composed his mind and didn’t think too much about it.

Focusing on Bei Tianyou’s question, he began to explain once again…

…

Since arriving at the ancestral hall yesterday afternoon, Mu Xiaojiu had been kneeling continuously, never once getting up.

Throughout this time, Wen Yu had come to visit several times, each time urging him to get up or to go have a meal, but he refused.

On Wen Yu’s visits, she also brought water and food, but Mu Xiaojiu knew the way that person punished him.

While kneeling in the ancestral hall, he was not allowed to eat or drink, and he would not break these rules.

In this ancestral hall, he reflected on many things, including his responsibilities and his own feelings.

Such kneeling lasted for a day and a night.

When Wen Yu came to the ancestral hall again, it was already the evening of the second day.

Standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall, looking at Mu Xiaojiu’s figure still kneeling there, Wen Yu felt an ineffable compassion and heartache.

This man, with an ironclad integrity, the view of his back was so desolate and lonely.

The pressure on him, nobody could truly comprehend.

Approaching Mu Xiaojiu slowly, Wen Yu stopped beside him.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t hear the footsteps behind him, but Mu Xiaojiu didn’t show any reaction, still closing his eyes, immersed in thought.

“Jiu, get up. You can’t go on like this; you’ll end up hurt.”

Seeing that Mu Xiaojiu still made no move, Wen Yu continued to persuade him.

“You haven’t eaten or drunken anything since yesterday; even a man of steel can’t hold out forever. Go and have something to eat.”

There was no response, only the cold silence responding to her.

Wen Yu had grown accustomed to Mu Xiaojiu’s reactions.

This cold, resolute man was exactly like that other man.

No matter how tender and gentle she could be, it wouldn’t turn such a man into one of warm and passionate fire.

“I’ll try to talk to him again.” Having said that, Wen Yu turned around and left the ancestral hall.

In this family, perhaps he was the only one who could persuade Mu Xiaojiu, and only he could make Mu Xiaojiu do things he didn’t want to do.

Given that he had ordered Mu Xiaojiu to come to the ancestral hall, to reflect before his ancestors here.

Without his permission, Mu Xiaojiu would not leave the ancestral hall.

Even if it meant to keep kneeling here indefinitely, Mu Xiaojiu was not willing to disobey him.

It wasn’t out of fear, but out of respect; he is the person Mu Xiaojiu respects the most now.

Another night passed just like this.

One day and two nights passed, and Mu Xiaojiu had not moved, not drunk a sip of water, not eaten a mouthful of food.

His face was covered with traces of fatigue, his sensual lips slightly pale, after kneeling for so long, his body began to weaken.

Though he was very tired, Mu Xiaojiu still knelt upright, his body not swaying in the slightest.

His face was tired, but his resolve remained as firm as ever.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached from behind, at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Accompanying the footsteps, the sound of wheels sliding across the floor also echoed continuously.

Finally, Wen Yu, through some method, had brought him here.

Or perhaps, he had intended to come on his own.

Upon hearing the noise, Mu Xiaojiu’s body trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his tightly shut eyes.

“Brother,” a hoarse voice spilled out from Mu Xiaojiu’s mouth.

He did not turn his head to look, yet it was not hard to guess who had come.

Extended fatigue, hunger, and thirst, they are all enough to make one temporarily lose one’s voice.

This single word would compel anyone who heard it to feel sorrow.