Mu Yang gritted her teeth, her fists clenched tightly, wishing she could hang Shen Qingye up and beat him senseless.

He was born with a sunny and handsome appearance, which made his fierce expression seem out of place, causing his features to be excessively distorted, which was quite terrifying.

"Yes, yes, yes... Young Master Mu, please calm down. I will not mention it again."

The magistrate carefully agreed, his handkerchief wiping away sweat non-stop. Suddenly, he realized that the handkerchief his concubine had embroidered wasn't big enough; it would get soaked after only a few wipes. He decided he should get a thicker one, or rather, a few more as spares.

Under Mu Yang's strong coercion and enticement, the county magistrate quickly summoned all the yamen runners and rushed to the palace under cover of night to arrest the man. Thinking of his beloved concubine's tearful appearance, he secretly vowed to make that pretty boy pay a heavy price.

...

Yu Wushuang had something urgent to attend to in the afternoon and left halfway, without having a chance to meet Shen Qingye and his sister. She rushed back to Fengyu that night and only learned from others that so many unbelievable things had happened. Thinking of Mu Yang's stubborn and simple-minded nature, she felt something was wrong and immediately turned around and went to the clinic.

"Young Master Shen, how is your sister? We have a fellow healer in our Sword Forging Manor who can treat your sister if needed."

When Yu Wushuang arrived at the clinic, Shen Qingye was preparing to deliver medicine to Shen Yu. It was inconvenient to be out and about, so he did not bring any maids with him to serve him.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Yu. Yu'er is much better now. She's been talking about you ever since she woke up. She must be very happy that you came to see her." Although Shen Qingye didn't have a good impression of Mu Yang, he had some genuine admiration for Yu Wushuang.

He had loved the legends of the martial arts world since childhood and dreamed of becoming a young martial arts hero. Yu Wushuang, as a woman, was able to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Sword Forging Manor, making her a heroine among women, far better than his younger sister who only knew how to bully others.

For some reason, Shen Qingye thought of Shen Jiao again, and frowned, a hint of barely perceptible annoyance flashing across his face.

Yu Wushuang politely declined, "It's getting late. I'll come see Miss Yu'er again tomorrow morning. I won't nag her to rest now. There's one more thing I'd like to ask. Has Young Master Shen seen my junior brother?"

“Didn’t Young Master Mu return to Fengyu?” Shen Qingye said, “Judging by the time, he said goodbye to Yu’er and returned to Fengyu an hour ago, saying that he was worried that you would not see him when you came back… wait a minute.”

As Shen Qingye spoke, a bold guess popped into his mind. He suddenly stopped and asked in shock, "He... he wouldn't have gone to the county government instead of returning to Fengyulai, would he?"

If Mu Yang really goes to the county government, things will become even more serious. For some reason, His Majesty is quite dissatisfied with him and Shen Yu. If Mu Yang, that troublemaker, gets involved, it will be a small matter if his father beats him to death. At that time, the entire Marquis Anbo's mansion will be finished.

This good-for-nothing brute!

Shen Qingye's hand holding the medicine bowl gradually tightened, and finally, due to excessive force, it snapped in two. He didn't feel any pain as the scalding medicine stained his hand.

Yu Wushuang: "Young Master Shen..."

"Miss Yu, I don't have time to explain to you. Let's talk as we walk. Let's go to the county government first. No matter what lofty ambitions your junior brother has, he has to keep them to himself." Shen Qingye felt a headache coming on. Ever since he came to Rongcheng, everything seemed to be going wrong. Was the heavens playing tricks on him? Or was Shen Jiao cursing him?

Yu Wushuang, having seen much of the world and handled numerous matters, both large and small, at the Sword Forging Manor, immediately understood the importance of this matter and said no more to show that he understood.

Just as the two were about to leave, the door creaked open.

"Second Brother, has something happened to Young Master Mu?" Chen Yu asked, wearing only a thin undergarment and barefoot at the door, her face pale and her almond-shaped eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful.

"Why did you come out looking like this? Weren't you dizzy? Why aren't you wearing shoes? Go back and lie down to rest." Despite being furious, Shen Qingye tried to soften his tone when speaking to Shen Yu.

Shen Yu burst into tears. "Second Brother... why are you being so harsh with me? I... I was just asking a simple question. If you didn't want to tell me, Sister Yu would have told me too. But why... why are you speaking to me in such a stern tone? It makes me so sad, so very sad."

Shen Qingye sighed, walked over and wiped away her tears. "Yu'er, don't cry. It's not that your second brother is being mean to you, but the situation is urgent now. This is not the time to be childish, understand?"

"But...but I wasn't being childish."

Shen Yu bit her lower lip tightly. "I'm just very worried about Young Master Mu. He... well, he probably, maybe, possibly did it for me too? Ah no no no... Sister Yu, please don't mind me. It was all my fault for using the wrong words. Young Master Shen is such a righteous person, how could he do it for me? I think he must be doing it to uphold justice. If something happens to him, I will feel guilty. Second Brother, do you want me to live with this guilt for the rest of my life?"

Shen Qingye was momentarily speechless, unsure how to refute. He continued in a low voice, "Besides, more people mean more strength. Hmm... I personally feel that Young Master Mu might listen to my advice. What do you think, Sister Yu? Of course, I'm just saying. Sister Yu is Young Master Mu's senior sister. How can I compare to you? Of course, I can't..."

To be honest, Yu Wushuang didn't want Shen Yu to come along. First, Wu Er was ill, which would not only waste time but also make him rather delicate. However, her last point was not without reason. Her innocent and silly junior brother did listen to Shen Yu very much.

Finally, after much deliberation, the two had no choice but to let Shenyu go out with them.

"Wait a minute, um... I have another small request, is that alright? I would appreciate it if Second Brother and Sister Yu could allow me to quickly freshen up. I'm afraid I'll look sickly without any makeup, and if I don't look good when I go out, it will bring shame to the Marquis of Anbo's mansion and make you and Young Master Mu worry. So, could you please allow me a little time? If not..."

"It's alright, you can go ahead," Yu Wushuang interrupted.

Shenyu is a delicate girl. Every smile and frown of hers is like a white lotus emerging from the water, pure and fragile, unable to withstand the wind and sun.

Yu Wushuang was good at fighting, but she was helpless against a cute little girl. Shen Qingye, on the other hand, was always willing to help his sister. Shen Yu thanked him with a smile.

Upon seeing this, Yu Wushuang inexplicably recalled the girl who had passed by the teahouse that afternoon. Even though it was just a profile, she was incredibly beautiful, charming but not seductive, delicate but not weak, like a carefully nurtured rose.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Shen Qingye. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that the girl and Shen Qingye looked very similar from certain angles.

Noticing the probing gaze, Shen Qingye asked somewhat awkwardly, "Why are you looking at me like that, Miss Yu? Is there something unclean on my face?"

Yu Wushuang shook her head: "No, it's just that I heard Young Master Shen has more than one younger sister, Miss Yu'er."

Shen Qingye's expression immediately darkened. "I only have one younger sister. As for the other one, she's just a stranger who shares some blood with me."