Chapter 1291 – Silent
Chapter 1291 – Silent
Ji Mo Ya do not trust anyone at the moment. Except for himself and Little Treasure, not a single Ink Guard was in the estate with them. Everything in their daily life would be personally handled by Ji Mo Ya.
Little Treasure had started training during the trio’s time living as hermits. That was why he did not complain much, except comments about missing his Mother.
Every time Little Treasure brought it up, Ji Mo Ya would have mixed feelings about it.
“Dad, when will Mother exit seclusion?” Little Treasure asked.
“When your Mother becomes stronger, she will naturally come out. Little Treasure is a man, so you must quickly catch up with your cultivation.”
Ji Mo Ya had lost count of how many times Little Treasure had asked.
Ever since Ji Mo Ya had returned to the clan, he had wanted to enter seclusion but was helpless because he was unable to calm his heart all this time.
That was why he decided to accompany Little Treasure instead.
Except for their hermit days, he had rarely spent time with Little Treasure.
“I did cultivate.” Little Treasure tilted his head, “Didn’t Father praise my speed of training a few days ago.”
“Eh, in summary, you must remember one thing. The stronger you become, the harder it is for bad people to bully you, understand? There is no limit to cultivation.”
“I know. I want to become the strongest and help Father and Mother beat up the bad guys! But Father, when will Mother exit seclusion?” Little Treasure displayed a sad face again.
Ji Mo Ya displayed a helpless expression, “Didn’t Father tell you already? You should stop asking. A person must know how to be patient, the path of cultivation requires the ability to tolerate a long period of loneliness! No matter if your Mother is here or not, you must do it, understand?”
“Understand, Father.”
Over the past few days, Ji Mo Ya had forced himself not to think about Huan Qing Yan or her current situation. Trying his best to calm himself.
However, whenever Ji Mo Ya saw the sincere eyes of Little Treasure, he did not know how to explain to the latter. The mother that the child missed will never return.
The mother that the child misses was not a human but a demon that infiltrated human society. She was only keeping up appearances when she gave birth to the child.
The mother that Little Treasure misses might have never truly loved him. She only treated the child as the best tool to disguise her infiltration.
She might even have celebrated when giving birth to Little Treasure, maybe she had hoped for clemency to be provided for the sake of Little Treasure?
Where could Ji Mo Ya even start, how could he bear to cruelly tell Little Treasure that behind the façade of warmth and love, it was such an ugly truth?
The amount of love and affection he had for Huan Qing Yan in the past were now converted to an equal amount of hatred and disgust.
Ji Mo Ya hated demons the most and would never stand with demons. Yet he took a demoness as his wife and even had a child with her.
The once graceful and perfect number one Young Master, Ji Mo Ya, possessed the greatest stain in his life. One that he spent significant effort and all his power fighting for, the wife he adored.
His life felt like a joke now!
What made it even more unbearable was that most innocent, the one that everyone should look up to in the future, the one with his blood and legacy, Little Treasure. He should be the most precious child in this world.
Yet the child needs to carry the heavy burden of being a demon spawn for the rest of his life!
Everything was because of the woman, no, that demon, that they loved the most. She gave the father and son the most powerful blow.
Ji Mo Ya wondered many times if he and Little Treasure were cursed. They both have parents, yet they both lack the most important, love of a mother.
Ji Mo Ya tried his best not to continue hating and not to think about it. Even if Ji Mo Ya’s heart was bleeding and roaring for revenge for the betrayal, he must endure it for the sake of Little Treasure!
That was why Ji Mo Ya could only remain silent each time.