Yang Mu'an immediately understood the meaning behind her words.

He just wanted her not to expose him, but unfortunately, ever since that incident, Yang Mu'an has lost all goodwill towards her.

Sang Yun, however, thought that Yang Liu meant to stop Yang Mu'an from humiliating her in public.

Before Yang Mu'an could speak, he grabbed Yang Liu from the ground and pulled her into his arms: "Miss Yang, I won't hold it against you because you're my brother's sister. I can't control what you do in the Yang family, but if you dare to act recklessly towards my people, I will absolutely not allow it!"

His voice was firm and resounding, each word striking Yang Mu'an's ears.

Yang Mu'an was born the daughter of the city lord and was pampered. When had she ever been wronged and treated so cruelly? Her eyes immediately reddened.

Xiaoqi had been by Yang Mu'an's side the whole time, so she was aware of all these things. She stepped forward and blocked Yang Mu'an's way: "Young Master Sang, I have noted your behavior today on behalf of my young lady. I hope that one day you will not regret your decision today. My young lady was very rude just now, and I apologize to you on her behalf."

After saying that, she respectfully bowed to Sang Yun and then helped Yang Mu'an leave.

She was taken in by Yang Mu'an's mother when she was young and grew up with Yang Mu'an. When Yang Mu'an's mother passed away, she entrusted Yang Mu'an to her care, so their relationship was naturally different from that of the other maids.

Sang Yun watched the two figures leave without saying anything for a moment. Thinking of Yang Mu'an's aggrieved look just now, he suddenly felt guilty. After all, she was a girl. But when he thought of what she had done, his remaining guilt disappeared.

"Young Master." Yang Liu felt a secret itch as she looked at Sang Yun's expression. She called out to Sang Yun softly, then her vision went black and she fainted.

"Yang Liu." Sang Yun hugged Yang Liu tightly and walked straight towards the inn.

The City Lord's Mansion.

As soon as Yang Mu'an entered the door, he was stopped by a woman adorned with jewels.

"Second Aunt." Yang Mu'an reluctantly curtsied to her.

The second madam glanced at her, then looked at the cloth in Xiaoqi's hand and her eyes lit up. She took two steps forward and snatched the brocade from Xiaoqi's hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk, wasting money again. Yang Mu'an, do you think it's easy for you to make money as a father? This material is not bad. I need to make two clothes, so you can buy more."

Yang Mu'an was already feeling wronged, and when she saw the Second Madam and thought about what she had done, she suddenly exploded: "Second Madam is so old, why is she still wearing such pink clothes?"

The second madam was taken aback by her words. When had Yang Mu'an ever dared to speak to her like that? Her anger flared up, and she tightly hugged the brocade in her arms, yelling at Yang Mu'an, "What's wrong? I only asked for a piece of your cloth. You eat my food and wear my clothes, so what's wrong with me using a piece of your cloth? Even the money for buying the cloth was mine!"

Yang Mu'an looked up at her, her eyes red-rimmed: "This belongs to my father!"

Her voice was extremely firm.

To the Second Madam, it sounded like a strong provocation.

She raised her chin and looked down at Yang Mu'an with her nostrils: "Yang Mu'an! Don't forget what you promised your mother when she died!"

Upon hearing her words, Yang Mu'an exploded like a lion with its mane bristling: "Ding Huizhen! You are not worthy to mention my mother! Give her back to me!"

As she spoke, she reached for the fabric in the second wife's hands.