I am invincible, that's why I lie down. You're using your entire clan to rebel?

Chapter 419 The Moon Goddess is devastated. How could she possibly be grateful to this demon?!

Qin Mu sat in the main seat, leaning back in his chair, one hand supporting his chin, his posture languid.

Zhao Qingxue stood behind him, her slender fingers resting on his shoulders, kneading them gently.

Jiang Zhaoyue squatted beside the chair, gently patting his calves with both hands.

Yunluan stood to the side, her hand on the hilt of her sword, expressionless, her gaze sharp as a knife.

Yun Suxin stood in the center of the hall, head down, not daring to look at him or the three women.

She felt her face burning, burning so hot that she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

She knew that her act of running away would surely be punished.

She didn't know what other methods this wicked young man would use to punish her, and this unknown fear made even the once high and mighty Moon Goddess feel afraid.

But she could only stand there, waiting, like a caged beast waiting for its master's judgment.

Qin Mu did not look at her.

His gaze fell on the moonlight outside the window, and on the few bamboo stalks in the courtyard that were rustling in the night wind.

His fingers tapped lightly twice on the armrest.

"What do you think I should do to punish her?"

Zhao Qingxue paused for a moment, then continued massaging.

A slight smile played at the corners of her lips, carrying an indescribable meaning.

"Punish me however you wish. I will obey your will."

Jiang Zhaoyue paused in her leg-pounding motion, lowered her head, and remained silent.

Her gaze fell on Yun Suxin's worn-out knees, and a complex feeling welled up in her heart.

There was sympathy, pity, and a hint of relief, as if they had survived a catastrophe.

Yun Luan stood to the side, her gaze stern, her voice cold. "Anyone who dares to escape deserves to die."

Yun Suxin's body trembled violently, her face turned deathly pale, her lips trembled terribly, and her legs went weak, almost causing her to kneel down.

She has already endured such great humiliation, she absolutely cannot die like this, otherwise wouldn't all that humiliation have been endured in vain?

Moreover, if she dies, the elderly couple certainly won't survive either.

Therefore, she absolutely cannot die.

Qin Mu smiled, his tone casual and nonchalant.

"Kill? What a waste. I haven't had enough fun yet."

He turned his head and looked at Yun Suxin, his gaze falling on her pale, tear-streaked face.

A meaningful smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"I'd like to drink tonight. Go to the kitchen, heat up a pot of wine for me, and stir-fry a few side dishes and bring them over."

Yun Suxin was stunned for a moment.

She looked up at Qin Mu, her eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.

She thought she would be met with even more cruel torture, more perverse humiliation, and punishment that would make her wish she were dead.

But he didn't.

He simply asked her to heat the wine and cook the dishes.

A complex and indescribable emotion welled up within her.

There was a sense of relief, like surviving a disaster; a deep-seated weariness; but also a strange sense of gratitude towards the man before her…

gratitude?

How could she possibly be grateful to this bastard?!

Yun Suxin couldn't accept having such thoughts in her mind, so she quickly pinched her fingertips to push the idea out of her head.

However, she didn't know if this was the calm before the storm, whether he was plotting something bad, or if he would change his attitude again in the next moment.

All she knew was that she dared not run away again.

At least for now, I wouldn't dare.

Yun Suxin lowered her head, her voice hoarse, with a slight, suppressed tremor.

"Yes...Young Master."

She turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Her back was thin and frail, like a flower broken by a storm, swaying precariously in the night wind.

The moonlight shone on her, casting her shadow on the ground, lonely and longer, and thinner than when she arrived.

The kitchen was located in the southeast corner of the mansion; it was small but very clean.

A cast iron pot sat on the stove, covered with a lid, still warm inside.

On the cutting board were several seasonal vegetables, a piece of pork belly, and a piece of tofu, which Zhao Qingxue had prepared in advance.

Yun Suxin stood at the kitchen doorway, staring at the iron pot, the vegetables, and the meat, and remained there for a long time.

Her mind was blank, there was nothing, yet everything, like a pot of porridge that had been stirred up, she couldn't see anything clearly, and she couldn't make sense of anything.

She didn't know what she was doing.

She is the moon goddess, a goddess who commands hundreds of thousands of believers, high above and omnipotent.

How could she stand in this cramped kitchen, dressed in coarse cloth clothes stained with dust and blood, warming wine and cooking for a spoiled brat?

But what can she do?

She couldn't even run away, couldn't even resist, and couldn't even die.

She took a deep breath and went inside.

She squatted down, pulled out a few pieces of firewood from the stove, lit them, and put them back.

The firelight shone on her face, making her pale, tear-streaked face appear red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She stood up, took the iron pot off the stove, added a ladle of water, and put it on the stove to boil.

Then she picked up a kitchen knife and started chopping vegetables.

The cleaver was heavy, and her wrist was trembling. When the blade fell, it veered off course, and the scallion segments she cut were of varying lengths, crooked and twisted, as if they had been gnawed by a dog.

Looking at the crooked and twisted scallion segments, Yun Suxin's tears welled up again.

She recalled her days in the mountain village, where she would chop vegetables, light the fire, and cook for her parents every day.

At that time, she felt very happy, felt that she had found her home, and felt that she could live like this for the rest of her life.

But now, everything has changed.

She was still the one chopping vegetables, but the one serving the dishes had transformed from her parents into a demon.

And their parents were being held in the hands of this demon, like two ants, who could crush them at any moment.

She gritted her teeth, finished chopping the vegetables, and then chopped the meat.

Finally, the dish is cooked.

A plate of stir-fried pork with scallions, a plate of green vegetables, and a bowl of tofu soup.

Yun Suxin ladled the dishes into plates, scalded the wine pot, placed it on a tray, and picked it up with both hands.

She took a deep breath, picked up the tray, and walked out of the kitchen.

She walked through the corridor, through the courtyard, and into the main hall.

Qin Mu is no longer in the main position.

Zhao Qingxue, Jiang Zhaoyue, and Yun Luan are also gone.

The hall was empty except for the candlelight burning quietly, casting a warm, dim glow throughout the room.

Yun Suxin, holding the tray, stood frozen in place.

Her gaze swept around the empty hall.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside her—doubt, unease, and a sense of emptiness and loss, as if she had been forgotten.

"What are you standing there for? Bring the food over here!"

Qin Mu's voice came from the small door on the side of the hall, tinged with impatience.

Yun Suxin turned her head and saw that the small door was half open, with dim candlelight shining through.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief, picked up the tray, and walked toward the small door.

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P.S.: There will be another 10,000 words tonight.