Mei Hongji's laughter stopped abruptly: "How come it's you?"

"Hong Ji really has a bad memory..."

A face that seemed capable of bringing ruin to a country caught her eye, and Mei Hongji's heart stirred: "Young Master, you..."

"Release my daughter..." Mo Qingcheng's shimmering eyes swept over Mei Hongji's face.

"Young master, are you... joking?"

"This young master never jokes..." Mo Qingcheng flashed to Mei Hongji's side and said in a low voice.

Mei Hongji trembled with rage: "Don't even think about it!"

"Since that's the case, then pretend I said nothing. Child, if you like, keep him to care for you in your old age. But if you do too many wicked things, be careful of retribution. Farewell!" Mo Qingcheng turned and left without looking back.

Mei Hongji gritted her teeth, her expression changing drastically: "Wait..."

"Have you figured it out?"

"Can you really handle this?"

"Is it fun to lie to you?" Mo Qingcheng scoffed, piercing Mei Hongji's heart.

"I agree, young master, don't forget our agreement..." Mei Hongji raised her eyes, reverting to her alluring appearance.

"make a deal!"

"..." Mei Hongji took a deep breath, threw Fang Lian to Mo Qingcheng, and transformed into a red shadow, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Qian Mansheng was completely dumbfounded. This... can actually work?

"Ouch!" Qian Mansheng pinched himself hard. It really hurt. He wasn't dreaming.

"Lian'er..." Qian Mansheng stepped forward and hugged Fang Lian tightly, wanting to check her wounds, but the little girl pushed him away.

“Pretty sister, you are pretty sister, aren’t you?” Fang Lian grabbed Mo Qingcheng’s sleeve tightly and reached out to touch her face.

Qian Mansheng was startled: "Lian'er, stop fooling around, your husband... you don't know him at all."

The little girl looked disappointed. Had she admitted her mistake?

No way!

"Pretty sister..."

Mo Qingcheng shook her head: "Little girl, you've mistaken me for someone else..."

Fang Lian threw herself into Qian Mansheng's arms and burst into tears...

In the afternoon, Mo Qingcheng and Qian Mansheng brought Fang Lian back to Zuixianlou. Fang's mother rushed over, hugged her daughter, and wiped away her tears.

Fang Yidao turned his face away, feeling regretful that he was too incompetent.

Mo Qingcheng didn't linger, leading Bai Yueniang out of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. Seeing that his mother hadn't transformed into women's clothing, Shangguan Yichen sneaked out and boarded the carriage. What if that brat recognized him? That would be troublesome…

A hush fell over the room; no one spoke. Bai Yueniang sighed softly, glancing at Mo Qingcheng and then at the composed Shangguan Yichen, before letting out another soft sigh.

"Moon, are you craving something?" Mo Qingcheng asked with a teasing look, lifting Bai Yueniang's chin.

Bai Yueniang pouted: "Sister Mo, shall we still go shopping?"

"Go ahead, why don't you go?"

Bai Yueniang was fully revived and hugged Mo Qingcheng's arm, acting coquettishly.

Shangguan Yichen ignored him and continued reading his military treatise...

As darkness fell, the carriages were packed full. Bai Yueniang hummed a song and discussed with Mo Qingcheng their idea of ​​opening a embroidery workshop to earn some money.

Mo Qingcheng nodded, expressing her strong support, emphasizing that everyone has their own strengths, which is essential for creating more value.

Bai Yueniang was as happy as a child: "Sister Mo, your Qing'er is amazing! The poison powder she gave me is so effective... Should we open a shop for her?"

Mo Qingcheng was speechless: "Yue'er, are you bored?"

Bai Yueniang stuck out her tongue, shrugged, and said, "Qing'er, Aunt Yue did her best..."

Back home, the little ones swarmed around them. At Mo Qingcheng's command, One-Eyed Dragon, Fatty, and the others unloaded all the things from the carriage and handed them over to the children to unpack.

Liu Cuihua ran up to her mysteriously: "Mrs. Mo, I have something to tell you..."