Liu Feng raged, charging forward again. Never in his life had he been this humiliated.
Mo Han picked up his moon cake, bored. "You should drink less, Liu Feng. It clearly makes you clumsy. Focus on cultivating your Qi rather than indulging in women."
Liu Fang screeched to a halt halfway.
The crowd erupted with noise as they discussed among themselves. Apparently, they knew Mo Han was right, but they would dare not say, because they didn't want to enrage Liu Feng's father and cousin.
Liu Feng on the other hand gnashed his teeth, seething but he didn't dare move again. His face flushed red. So to avoid any other person talking about his father and cousin, he flicked his sleeves and left the hall in pride.
"Wow, I can't believe Liu Feng would leave just like that."
"His father would beat him, if he hears what happened here. They might even stop him from going to the Lolo Pavilion, if they hear that he came to Lord Tian's house to cause trouble."
"It's better he hides his shame, can you imagine getting humiliated by a cripple?"
The crowd burst out laughing but Liu Feng didn't dare turn around to say more.
Satisfied, Mo Han continued eating while having more wine. His felt lighter strangely, but he then rembered Bai Rong and smirked. Would she escape? She might have gone far right now.
He was already looking forward to next morning.
Just as Mo Han tilted the porcelain cup to his lips again, a familiar voice cut through the murmuring crowd. It was Tian Long. He had done his own fair share of watching his son and right now he was only curious on why his youngest son changed so much?
"Han'er"
Mo Han froze, and turned slightly, not even hiding the disgust on his face when his gaze fell on Tian Long. With his dark robes embroided with blue cranes, he sat beside Mo Han.
Even if Mo Han wanted to change seat, he just let it be. One look from Tian Long towards the crowd, and they cleared their throat getting as far as they can.
[uuu~ Your father is beginning to recognize you.]
The little fluff ball suddenly spoke, and Mo Han rolled his eyes. Because he knows he didn't have a choice, even if he leaves, he would still be a prey outside, so it was better he stabilizes himself here before looking for more power outside.
Tian Long saw that his son didn't greet him in fear and just silently looked at him, made him furrow his brows confused.
Why did he look at him like that?
"I watched what happened with Liu Feng," He breathed out. "You handled the whole situation well more than before."
Mo Han smiled, setting down his cup. "Did I? I don't remember doing anything else but eating. When did you begin to notice? Or perharps are you here to scold me for putting him in his place."
Tian Long clenched his jaws tight, giving Mo Han a tight smile even though he hated how Mo Han talked to him.
But he realized he had not been a good father.
"What about your wounds? From the chains and the beating? I hope they don't hurt anymore. Did the servants clean them properly? I instructed that you be tended to immediately." Tian Long scanned Mo Han with his eyes and the latter brows jumped.
He remembered, he was indeed injured but after the system tutorial, he forgot that he had wounds since they didn't hurt anymore.
He instinctively reached for the hem of his robes and pulled them back just a little. His forearm was pale, cleaned and without a single scratch.
'Was this your doing system?' He asked silently in his mind. The little fluff ball appeared out of no where again, snickering with a wide smile.
[While you were in the penalty zone, I made sure to remove all injuries. How else were you supposed to look good in front of the bunny demon with open wounds and crusty scrabs? Gross]
....
Mo Han was dumfounded.
[Of course! You even looked like a dried-up toad. You can't even thank me for fixing your sickening appearance. You are welcome though]
This was insane. Mo Han shook his head in an exasperated sigh.
Mo Han's lips twitched, how was he going to explain it now? Cold sweats poured down his back.
"Is anything the matter, Mo Han?" Tian Long pushed, suspecting that there was something wrong with his son but Mo Han suddenly gasped. Clutching his back and whining in pain.
"It hurts so bad! Ah!!!!" He yelled, faking his tears as much as possible.
Although Tian Rong knew Mo Han was faking pain but he only smiled decided to play along. He turned to a servant standing behind Mo Han, his face pained with worry, she bowed as soon as she sensed his gaze. "Get me a pot of ginseng tea. Quickly."
Just when the servant was about to leave Mo Han held up his hand. He turned to his father and gave him a wry smile.
"There is really no need in that. Father. I am okay with the wine." Mo Han said and Tian Long dismissed the maid back to her position.
He shook his head and then poured himself a cup of plum wine too, raising the toast to Mo Han.
The latter had no choice but to click his own cup with Tian Long's.
"You must have hated me for what I did all those years." He started, looking into the crowd as if he was paying attention to them, Mo Han already familiar with this pattern knew that this was going to be a long night.
But it was better to keep quiet and listen to what this Mo Han had endured and why.
Tian Long stroked his short beard, "When you were born, you were a brilliant child. Your mother would always boast among the other women in the city, how her second child, the youngest master of the Ye family was a brilliant kid. But we never imagined, he would have such a trash body"
Mo Han rolled his eyes remembering the dark root that the people considered trash.
"But I would have looked past it, if it was just root. But you allowed yourself to be bullied. To be weak and trampled on, I hated that. Because the Ye Family suppose to signify the strongest clan in the whole Azure Continent, where the weak are trampled on and the strong are respected."
Mo Han took another sip of wine. He got that. He really did.
The weak can never do something to protect themselves. But to be cast aside like a pig for your strength was another thing. To every person who claims to be the stronger, is another person much stronger than that.
************
Mo Han stumbled into his chambers, the scent of milk still lingering in the air. He hiccuped from the alcohol intake forgetting that he wasn't that good at alcohol while on earth.
"That old fool trapped me!" Mo Han snarled, stumbling through his room, even hitting his legs against his table. But he was still able to notice that Bai Rong had left.
The room was quiet and the bed was empty. He was expecting to cuddle her to sleep but she had left. Wasn't she already part of his Harem.
[Well, you still have a tiny bit of chance to make her stay by your side more.]
The system said and Mo Han ran a hand through his hair, kicking his shoes of his feet and throwing himself into bed with a loud thud.
He was only regretful that it wasn't as soft as the one he had on earth.
"I miss grandma..." He yawned hazily, his eyes slowly fluttering close, with his breathing slowly turning even.
"I miss Ramen... Soft...Spicy...noodles...with fried chicken..." He murmured as his eyes closed and he began to breathe softly but then he snapped his eyes open.
The little fluff ball that watched almost got scared out of it's wit.
"I miss Lina...she was so soft to cuddle..." he whined, sniffling as he returned back to sleep. The Little fluff ball shook it's head.
[So Pathetic, I told him that this wasn't the right candidate to take the system, no one believed me. Now look.]
The little fluffy ball sighed again, already tired. It poofed into the darkness, leaving the room to be eerily quiet and warm.
Midight came soon enough, and the only flame in the lantern suddenly trembled. Not One, Not twice.
That was because a figure clothed in nothing but pure darkness, like a shadow, glided into the room through the window, with a thick smell of death.
His robes flowing with the wind.
Mo Han furrowed his brows but didn't wake up, still snoozing from all the booze he drunk.
"His spiritual sense is so weak, how can this human survive for this long?"
The stranger spoke, his voice soft and quiet. He extend his long fair hand, a golden ring sitting right on his middle finger as it stroked Mo Han's chin.
"I wonder how beautiful he would sound, while I eat him alive." The stranger purred, running a finger down Mo Han's nape.
The latter frowned sensing something wrong. But he still didn't wake up.
"Goodbye, this beautiful thing called Ye Mo Han. I didn't want to do this without having a taste of you, too bad that your enemies are just too vicious." The stranger suddenly said his voice dripping with malice.
But just as the stranger pressed his palm on Mo Han's face. A flash of light burst forward and the stranger cried out in pain, pulling his hand away from Mo Han's face.
"Who!"
The stranger snapped out, his red eyes the only color on his form, scanned the whole room until it settled on a little bunny shielding Mo Han on his bed..
"You—"
"Don't you dare touch my master!"