"Stop!" Sang Yun had always disliked this kind of person. Without thinking, he stepped forward, grabbed Yang Mu'an's whip, and pulled hard, sending Yang Mu'an flying.
Yang Mu'an was caught off guard and was thrown out like that. She opened her eyes wide in horror.
Just when she thought she was about to fall flat on her face, she felt herself fall into a familiar embrace.
Yang Mu'an pulled away from Yang Muchen's arm, turned around and looked at Sang Yun with displeasure: "Who are you! How dare you pull my whip! Are you tired of living!"
Sang Yun helped up the maid who was kneeling on the ground and barely alive, and looked coldly at Yang Mu'an.
Yang Mu'an looked him up and down; he was quite good-looking.
She raised an eyebrow slightly and glared back at him.
"Mu An." Yang Muchen tugged at his sister's sleeve. "This is Sang Yun."
He then looked at Sang Yun and said, "Brother Sang, you flatter me. Go and help her back to rest."
Sang Yun's expression softened after seeing Yang Muchen.
Yang Mu'an watched as the maidservant, who was being helped away, tugged at Yang Muchen's sleeve and said with dissatisfaction, "Brother!"
Yang Muchen gave her a warning look: "Don't be willful!"
Yang Mu'an looked at him, opened his mouth, then stomped his foot and turned to leave.
Yang Muchen smiled at Sang Yun: "Brother Sang, please."
"Please." Sang Yun nodded and walked into the hall with Yang Muchen.
Yang Muchen and Sang Yun sat down together on the chairs in the hall, and a maid came up and poured a glass of water for each of them.
Yang Muchen looked at Sang Yun and asked, "Brother Sang, when did you arrive in Yancheng? Is there something you need?"
He knew that Sang Yun's position generally did not require him to leave the capital, so he must have come here for some reason.
Sang Yun sighed: "To be honest, Brother Yang, the reason I came here today is because of my younger sister."
Yang Muchen nodded. He had heard about Sang Jiang's disappearance. He knew Long Jingchen's identity because Long Jingchen frequently visited the City Lord's Mansion, but the matter of Sang Jiang's disappearance had been kept from him.
"Brother Sang, rest assured, just let me know if you need anything, and I will do my best to help you."
Sang Yun stood up and said to Yang Muchen, "Thank you very much, Brother Yang."
"Brother Sang, you're too kind."
...
Back in her room, Yang Mu'an poured herself a glass of iced tea and gulped it down in two gulps. Panting, she said irritably, "It's like a dog biting Lü Dongbin!"
Her maid, Xiaoqi, burst out laughing.
Although Yang Mu'an usually acts arrogantly and domineeringly, she is actually very kind to her maids.
Hearing her laughter, Yang Mu'an turned around in displeasure: "What are you doing! What are you laughing at! Am I that funny!"
Xiaoqi smiled and walked to her side, trying to please her: "No, I was not laughing at you, Miss. I was laughing at the young master."
Yang Mu'an rolled her eyes and muttered, "What's so funny about her?"
"By the way, where's that little slut?" Yang Mu'an couldn't help but frown in disgust when he thought of the maid from earlier.
"Don't worry, Miss. It's already been moved to another courtyard and won't be an eyesore here anymore."
"Hmm." Yang Mu'an nodded in satisfaction, then seemed to remember something and said, "That Sang Yun actually dared to pull my whip, let's see how I deal with him."
Xiaoqi pursed her lips and stepped forward to gently massage Yang Mu'an's shoulders: "Miss, that Young Master Sang just doesn't know what happened, why should you be angry with him?"
"No way! When have I ever suffered such a loss!" Yang Mu'an raised her chin in dissatisfaction.
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