The word "elegy" made Feng Jin extremely uncomfortable, especially since it was uttered by Mu Beichen.

Feng Jin was so angry she almost stomped her foot. She said irritably, "Mu Beichen, what do you mean by calling her so affectionately?"

"That's not how it is..." Mu Beichen saw her face getting worse and worse, and quickly explained, "Actually... Princess Yunqi is my sister."

It was all because the scene was too chaotic, which left her confused for a moment. She only knew that Mu Wange and the Emperor were cousins, but she forgot that Mu Beichen was also one of them. Coincidentally, she had nowhere to vent her anger on Mu Wange, and Mu Beichen was now the target of her anger.

Thinking of this, she felt even angrier for no reason. "Well, Mu Beichen, look what your sister has done!"

Mu Beichen sighed helplessly and could only comfort her gently, "Ajin, don't worry, I will talk to the Duke of Zhenguo and try my best to handle this matter properly."

"I don't care. Anyway, this mess was all caused by your sister. Do whatever you want with it. It's none of my business!" Just seeing Mu Beichen's face reminded Feng Jin of Mu Wange's vicious appearance, and she felt an urge to beat him up.

In that instant, Mu Beichen felt his explanation was utterly inadequate. He was speechless, completely bewildered as to why this matter had been inexplicably blamed on him. Could it be because he was Mu Wange's cousin?

Seeing that they were arguing fiercely and that he hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise, Hua Mancheng silently withdrew from their sight without realizing it.

Ultimately, this whole mess was caused by him. Even if we were to start dealing with it through Mu Wange, it should be him who takes the lead. So, he decided to go to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion to find out what was going on.

After leaving Jici Temple, Hua Mancheng rode straight to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion. It was quite a while before the servants of the Duke's mansion came out to inform him to enter.

The servants led him to a secluded villa and then withdrew. The person who gradually emerged from the room was a woman in red with fair skin and graceful bearing. Every move she made, every smile she gave, was like that of a precious princess.

It was Mu Wange!

Hua Mancheng stared wide-eyed in astonishment, momentarily experiencing a dreamlike illusion. At this moment, her long hair reached her waist, and she had replaced her dazzling crown with a simple willow-leaf-shaped hair ornament. Her blood-red dress covered her body, making her look like a blooming red plum blossom, gorgeous yet without any hint of gaudiness.

Seeing Hua Mancheng's expression freeze instantly, Mu Wange immediately smiled brightly: "You were looking for me?"

After a while, Hua Mancheng slowly came to his senses. He turned around and found that she was sitting on a stone seat not far away with her back to him. He followed her and said with his head down, "Princess, you can take out any opinions you have on me, but I hope you will not take your anger out on Princess Jing because of our grievances."

Hearing this, Mu Wange laughed even more happily, the soft sunlight making her beautiful face shine brightly. "It's not impossible for me to let her go, unless you come to my side and be my sparring partner until I'm satisfied."

“Princess, I am not a plaything, so please forgive me.” Hua Mancheng’s expression suddenly turned cold, and he quickly turned his gaze away, clearly having lost all patience with her.

"Since that's the case, then we have nothing more to say." Mu Wange followed him closely, coldly laughing, "Hua Mancheng, I'll let you know what it means to regret your actions..."

Prince Jing's Mansion

At this moment, Mu Beichen was restless in Feiyu Courtyard. Ever since Mu Wange went to Jici Courtyard to cause trouble, Feng Jin had ignored him.

If this continues, he is really worried that it will cause even bigger trouble. With no other choice, he has decided to go to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion now.

Upon arriving at the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, Mu Shengyue (Mu Wange's biological father) personally came out to greet them. As he led Mu Beichen into the mansion, he greeted him with a smile, "Achen, it's been a while since you've come to visit. Have you been so focused on getting promoted and making money that you've completely forgotten about your uncle?"

Since the late emperor passed away three years ago, Mu Shengyue has naturally taken on the task of assisting the emperor. However, among his two nephews, the steady and honest Mu Beichen is the one who catches his eye the most. Therefore, compared with Mu Qiye, he is always closer to Mu Beichen.

Mu Beichen shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Uncle, please don't joke with me. I've been having a lot of bad luck lately, and there's no way to avoid it."

Mu Shengyue hurriedly asked, "Could it be that there's a mistake in the military camp?"

“If it were military matters, it would be fine; I could handle it with a little effort. But… Wange…”

He noticed that Mu Shengyue seemed hesitant to speak when he saw him, and was filled with suspicion because of this. So, before the other party could speak, he hurriedly explained, "The princess is fine, but she has recently had some conflicts with my husband, which has caused the construction of Jici Academy to be suspended. I am worried that if this matter alarms the court, it will anger the emperor."

He could tell from Mu Beichen's anxious expression that the matter at hand was no ordinary one. After he sat down in the main hall, he quickly said, "Don't worry, Achen. If things really get that serious, I will focus my efforts on suppressing them. Right now, I can only trouble you and Princess Jing to put in some effort. As for money and supplies, I will also do my best to help."

Upon hearing this, Mu Beichen immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Now that he had Mu Shengyue's support, he wouldn't feel so isolated and helpless.

Back at the Prince Jing's residence, he found it desolate once again. Even the air felt bleak when Feng Jin wasn't walking around the courtyard. The withered yellow leaves drifting in the wind further disturbed his thoughts.

He narrowed his eyes, his expression complex, gazing at Fuxiyuan, which stood far away from him, torn between wanting to leave and staying.

Forget it, what's the point of arguing with her when I'm a grown man? He sighed, gathered his thoughts, and walked straight toward Fuxi Courtyard.

Seeing Mu Beichen approaching from afar, Lingzhi hurriedly stopped him at the door and bowed, "Your Highness, the Princess Consort is ill..."

Before Lingzhi could finish speaking, Mu Beichen, without a word, darted past her.

But as soon as he entered, he saw Feng Jin leisurely leaning against the chaise lounge, eating melon seeds. Instantly, a look of anxiety flashed across his face, and he smiled knowingly: "I heard that the Princess Consort has been recuperating at home recently, but now she seems to be getting more and more radiant?"