Chapter 002: The Young Widow

Aunt Lan and her husband blushed

Good child, I am not scolding you

She shot him piercing glances, yet Xiao Qian did not give her a hint of attention

Mo Jiu smiled at it with a grin, stuffing another tea egg into the dog's mouth

This raucous voice was so invigorating that Mo Jiu almost forgot he was the main character of the grand play. When he opened his eyes again, he found the carriage had stopped outside the courtyard of a household

Even the old men on the street know her character, yet you, an old hypocrite, are unaware of it

Aunt Lan cried again, "... ... your home."

Mo Jiu did not expect that her cheap mother would be so domineering. Regardless of who the guest was, she claimed to be ill and did not come out, sending a man named Shen Laifu to receive them. It was only after entering the room that she realized he was Aunt Lan's man and also one of the only two servants of the Mo family at present

In any case, Mo Jiu'er is not a good person; whenever she goes out, she is sure to do something bad, which is why everyone hates her. However, Mo Jiu is pondering, always feeling that something is amiss

Mo Jiuxin has a good temperament; no matter what insults are hurled from outside, she no longer pays them any mind—after all, those who insult her are not her. After running for so long, she is extremely fatigued and unknowingly falls asleep amidst the cacophony of curses. Aunt Lan, watching her ungraceful sleeping posture with a twitch, sobs and sighs, "Poor child, she used to only go mad occasionally, her temper not being very good. Now... has she completely lost her mind"

She let out a heavy sigh, and at that moment, there was a loud commotion outside the carriage

Upon arriving in the unfamiliar world, Mo Jiu was filled with intense curiosity and could not help but lean out to take a look outside

The gentleman speaks with reason, but as for the illness of the young master of the Xiao family, I fear..." She laughed with a voice that seemed to leak like a broken wind, "Miss Jiu has made a mistake, but fate is cruel. In this region of Chuzhou, she is the only one left. Truly, it is basically a case of marrying one and losing another.

Madam Hua did not feel that she had misspoken, and with a charming gesture, she patted her lips, "Look at my broken mouth, always so honest... Young Master is a high-ranking official in the capital, must have a broad perspective and extensive experience, but have you ever seen a celestial maiden like Miss Jiu? Allow me to say a word, this girl is the most suitable for your eldest son..."

"You are not a wild chicken, you are clearly just a little submissive dog"

Mo Jiu questioned: "What on earth is Xuyi?"

Mo Jiu stared at that infuriating face, unable to suppress his doubts. If he was only returning the item, why would he go through the trouble of personally capturing her and bringing her back? Was it merely to humiliate her and regain his lost face?

This lively scene of an ancient street is something she has never seen before. Along the bluestone-paved street, the quaint and aged shops shielded some of the summer heat, while men, women, and children mingled on the streets, leading livestock, carrying goods on their shoulders, and fanning themselves. They all surged over, pointing and discussing.

What do you think, Changyuan

Mo Jiu shook his head

This disobedient and ungrateful woman is quite unruly. I mentioned on the day of her marriage that how could she possibly lead a peaceful life? This is just...

Aunt Lan was astonished, seemingly understanding yet not fully comprehending

He felt unfortunate, while Mo Jiu felt even more like spitting blood

Do not blame Mo Jiu for having a corrupt view of people, but rather blame the artistic style for being too easy to provoke one's imagination

Mo Jiu smiled shyly without explanation, merely trailing behind and mumbling indistinctly

Upon discovering that the beautiful mane of the blue horse had been forcibly pulled out halfway, Song Ao nearly beat Mo Jiu to a pulp. Fortunately, Mo Jiu cleverly stuffed a tea egg into his mouth and then "slipped" into the carriage, coughing and pretending to be dead, thus narrowly escaping disaster

Song Ao discerned a hint of teasing in her gaze, yet he did not grasp the underlying meaning. He merely turned to look at the motionless carriage, the smile on his face seemingly infused with an inexplicable spring breeze, gently swirling and soft.

My wife has been a matchmaker for many years, yet I never expected that she would end up with such a debt collector... If I had known, I would have never dared to let her get involved with the Xiao family...

Young Prince, put down that old woman, if you are angry, direct it at me

Mo Jiu felt a constant inner turmoil

The courtyard wall has aged somewhat, lacking maintenance, and appears dilapidated. However, judging by the blue bricks and gray tiles, it must have once belonged to a prosperous family; it is just unclear why it has fallen into such disrepair. At this moment, besides a flowered headscarf-wearing woman with her lips painted red, who is weeping and wailing, there is also a slightly plump middle-aged man, timidly begging for mercy.

However, Mo Jiu's face darkened

To be honest, she has read quite a few novels about time travel to ancient times, but she has never encountered one that is so sorrowful.

Her ambiguous gaze followed Song Ao as he looked towards the carriage parked alongside hers, as if she had uncovered a profound secret. With a strange chuckle, she realized that the reason why Xiao family's sixth son was even more arrogant than the young prince lay here

Shen Laifeng's expression changed, "In-laws, our family is indeed not well-off..."

Being returned like this, and having to compensate for the losses, everyone except Mo Jiu has a look of despair on their faces. The reputation of a widow has never been good, and now it is further worsened. What can be done about this situation

Being surrounded by onlookers like a monkey, Mo Jiu learned some of the original "strange tales" of the Mo family girls—such as sneaking through the haystack of a married man, snatching meat buns from a blind old woman, cutting the braids of a girl from the Yingchun Pavilion, and bullying beggars on the street

The widow of the Mo family is sought after, which is a good thing

Dear son-in-law, please show some kindness and be forgiving

Does this person really have to scrape oil off chicken feet, solely for the sake of money

Shen Laifeng also followed suit and lowered himself.

She stared into his eyes, secretly amazed: it turned out that this fellow's irises were naturally different in color, and the faint, shallow golden patterns were not merely reflections of sunlight, but rather a result of his own unique growth, resembling the effect of wearing colored contact lenses, exceptionally beautiful

Having said that, he strode away with a brisk pace, while Wangcai let out a "woof" and hurriedly followed behind him. One person and one dog, one indifferent and the other enthusiastic, created a disordered scene of half sunny and half rainy weather, which finally awakened the ten thousand rampaging demons buried deep in Mo Jiu's heart—grass mud horses

Xiao Qian slowly turned his head, as if smiling, "Madam Mo can certainly produce it."

Song Ao, however, peered in from the side with an angry glare, "Who is the wild chicken? Who is the white swan?"

"Dear son-in-law, this may not be appropriate, right?" Shen Laifeng observed Mo Jiu staring intently at someone without averting his gaze, feeling even more embarrassed. He hunched his body and presented the tea cup with both hands, smiling earnestly, "Once a young lady is married, she belongs to her husband's family; there is no custom of sending her back to her parental home."

After Shen Laifu repeatedly bowed and apologized, Xiao Qian, however, did not show any appreciation: "There is no need to say more about the matter. My Xiao family absolutely does not engage in forced marriages. Now that we are sending the person back, it can be considered that we have fulfilled the formalities."

Aunt Lan looked defeated, "You were throwing stones at people at the street corner when you were three, putting rat poison in the pot at the porridge stall when you were five, and at seven you..."

Mo Jiu : `` ... ... ''

The wailing sound was somewhat irritating to Mo Jiu, who had become a slow-selling item. However, she had not yet familiarized herself with the territory, and many matters were still unclear to her, so she did not rashly speak up. Nevertheless, she never expected that the commotion caused by a few people would actually make the one surnamed Xiao stop in his tracks

Mo Jiu Yi felt a shiver run through him, and could not help but raise his head to look at his indifferent and emotionless face

Wang Cai suddenly turned around, sticking out his tongue to look at her, his big tail wagging vigorously

What kind of physical form has this given her? She inexplicably bears so much injustice.

Logically speaking, having ridden this far on horseback, these people should not recognize me, right? Could it be that I have long been famous throughout the world?

If one were to inquire about the origin of the prestigious title "Mo Family Widow," one must trace back three generations of her ancestors. Her mother, her maternal grandmother, her maternal great-aunt, and her maternal grandmother's mother, all were widows. It is said that any man who has had any connection with them has met an unfortunate end

She lazily complained, and Aunt Lan felt deeply sympathetic. Marrying into the Xiao family sounds appealing in name, but who knows if the son-in-law will turn out well? That is why she agreed when her daughter wanted to escape earlier. ... Now that she has been caught and brought back, it is likely that ...

"To marry a consumptive? It is simply a reason to lose all hope."

Mo Jiu secretly cursed, as the groom had already understood and dismounted from the horse.

Bride price, remuneration, double refund

As the flower matron wept bitterly, all she received in return was a cold laugh from Song Ao

The refreshing scent of mint lingered at the tip of the nose, and within the heavy curtains that were still propped open with the hilt of a sword, a handsome face exuding an aura of coldness and restraint appeared before others. He slightly lowered his gaze and shot her a glance that made her withdraw the smile from her face, yet he silently let the curtain fall, leaving behind the lingering charm of that fleeting glance, which left the other beauties feeling bashful.

Oh... how unjust it is for such beauty...

This person was dressed in coarse cloth, making it difficult to discern their identity, but it was evident that they were someone who handled matters with care. Mo Jiu thought of the "Mo Family Widow" sign, dispelling the notion that this person was her stepfather, and smiled as she waved to Song Ao

Your mother ... ...

What disturbed Mo Jiu's peaceful slumber was a sound akin to a rusty shovel scraping the bottom of a pot

The Xuyi Post Station, Xiao will wait until tomorrow at the hour of Shen

In the main hall, the fragrance of tea wafts gently, and each person's expression varies.

As Aunt Lan continued to enumerate her misdeeds, showing no signs of stopping, Mo Jiu once again rubbed the corners of his eyes in despair and said, "Speak, more, seriously"

Xiao Qian did not touch the flattering tea offered by Shen Laifu, responding nonchalantly: "That refers to the young lady, is she still a young lady?"

"Miss!" Aunt Lan pinched her lightly and whispered, "That is your younger uncle."

About half a month ago, the matchmaker next door arranged a significant match for her, promising her to the eldest son of the prominent Xiao family in Chuzhou. It was said that the eldest son of the Xiao family had developed a kind of "hysteria" and needed to find a woman with a fate of misfortune in order to marry.

Mo Jiu casually replied to her, "In a flock of wild chickens, a white swan stands out; wouldn't you take a few more glances?"

Whose platform is being undermined here?

Aunt Lan coughed and said, "Is this Xuyi? You don't even recognize Xuyi?"

Because she is not only a widow, but also a widow born under a golden sign.

Half an hour later, Mo Jiu once again encountered Song Ao and his group.

Dear son-in-law, you must be tired. Would it be alright if you come inside to have a cup of hot tea before we talk in detail?

As a matchmaker, Huahua has gained considerable experience over time. Although she feels somewhat intimidated by Xiao Qian, the prospect of a substantial reward still motivates her to use her eloquence to facilitate the marriage proposal.

As the cooked duck flew away from the flower lady, she couldn't help but cry, her tantrum was such that it seemed she would rush over to grab someone's sleeve. "Miss Jiu has been watched over by the old woman as she grew up. Her father died early, and her mother raised her in the midst of famine. Now, having fallen seriously ill, with the pressure from the young man, isn't this cutting off their family's means of survival?"

The eldest son of the Xiao family is unable to get out of bed, and this time the one coming to propose marriage is Xiao Qian, the sixth son of the Xiao family. Additionally, the young prince Song Ao, who has a somewhat distant relationship with the Xiao family, has also come to attend the wedding out of his playful nature. Who would have thought that such an incident would occur?

She attempted to persuade him, but Xiao Qian stood up impatiently

However, this girl is not very bright; halfway to the wedding, she ran off with a wild man.

The hardware for time travel is already quite disappointing; if the software for time travel lacks competitiveness as well, it would be too heartbreaking for her—she just doesn't know which of the flowers she had once "devastated" in the past.

Aunt Lan's strange eyes blinked, and blinked again, "Miss Jiu, do you not know where this is?"

This young widow has good fruits to enjoy

This time, the one offended is the Xiao family of Chuzhou, and it is likely that they will not let this matter rest easily

I scoff, a lowly person unworthy of a good family yet unaware of gratitude. Deservedly so

Then, the Sixth Young Master of the Xiao family slowly got out of the car, his hair tied with a jade crown, his robe lightly swirling, like the wind brushing over water. This seemingly simple action appeared as if he had stepped through the ethereal atmosphere of the underworld, making everyone feel as though they were gazing upon a lifeless object. His eyes held not a trace of emotion, yet compelled others to bow their heads and lower their gazes—except for Mo Jiu.

墨九 has heard many strange things in the world... hereditary diseases, inherited appearances, but has never heard of widows being hereditary... In short, the daughters of the Mo family must rely on deception to get married

What a casual run, and she ended up back at her mother's home? Mo Jiu smiled awkwardly, "No wonder she looks a bit familiar."

To enter the Xiao family, it is not impossible, but it would require an additional substantial dowry for the young lady

It was not the cart with the refreshing scent of mint belonging to "Wangcai's father," but rather another small cart. Sitting on it was somewhat uncomfortable, as it pressed against her backside, but at least it allowed her to connect with Aunt Lan and gain a general understanding of her current situation