Chapter 78 Yu Sheng She was grabbed by the hair and forced to look up in a disheveled manner…
Mu Meng hadn't heard Zhe Qing's name for a long time. In the past month, she had been busy looking for people and had almost forgotten what happened at the desolate tomb that day, and she had also forgotten to be angry.
But upon suddenly hearing someone mention him, Mu Meng instantly recalled his face and the words he had spoken, and a small, nameless anger immediately flared up in her heart: "What's so great about him? What, does his arrival solve the current difficulties? Is he really that powerful? Can one person be worth the three of us?"
Lu Zhaoxin had only spoken offhand when he was desperate, but he didn't expect Mu Meng to ramble on and on. "Mengmeng, have you been too tired these days? Zhe Qing—did you even listen carefully? It's Zhe Qing, how could you speak ill of him?"
Mu Meng sneered repeatedly, stubbornly saying, "What's wrong with saying this? Do I have to praise and flatter him all the time? Is he some kind of perfect person?"
When she first came out of the desolate tomb, she thought that perhaps Zhe Qing would come to find her in a couple of days. He was so smart that he would surely understand that her feelings were not just a passing fancy, nor were they out of pity.
It was precisely because she was serious that she told him she liked him.
Moreover, he clearly likes her too, so why won't he give himself a chance and be so harsh on himself?
Although he had been in the mortal realm for the past month, he had left messages for both the Celestial Clan and the Kunlun Realm, so that if Zhe Qing went there, he could find him. But after so much time had passed, Mu Meng had come to understand—it was useless. Zhe Qing had cut off all their escape routes and had absolutely no intention of seeing her again.
Hearing Mu Meng's childlike sulking voice, Lu Zhaoxin finally understood that the two of them were having a fight: "Mengmeng, you're not angry with Zhe Qing because of what happened last time in the Ghost Realm, are you? Hmm... that doesn't make sense. You weren't that angry then, so why are you so agitated now? Besides, you're waiting for him to come to your birthday party later..."
Mu Meng gestured for him to stop and corrected him expressionlessly: "I didn't wait for him. Don't joke around. Why would I wait for him? I didn't even invite him."
She spoke with such certainty, her words contradicting her actions without a single stutter, that Lu Zhaoxin was dumbfounded, taking a deep breath. "Mengmeng, it seems this isn't a small conflict between you two. How could you tell such a lie? But—you're such a good-tempered person; he's such a person, he has no temper at all. It's absurd that you two can even get angry with each other."
However, he was a shrewd and perceptive person, and his mind quickly formed a guess: "Oh... I know, you two must have met privately afterward, um... could it be that you confessed your feelings to him, but Zhe Qing didn't accept them, and—"
With a "clatter," Mu Meng placed a silver ingot on the table, got up, and left.
She didn't want to discuss this with anyone. Feng Xixue was already in dire straits enough that she couldn't find Yu Sheng, and hearing Zhe Qing's name and remembering what had happened before was like adding fuel to the fire.
Seeing that he had angered the other person, Lu Zhaoxin forgot about drinking his tea and hurriedly followed after him, saying, "Hey—wait for me!"
Mu Meng didn't even turn his head. "Alright, alright, stop rambling. There's still some time. Don't waste time here. It's not the last moment yet. We can't give up."
This teahouse is located in a remote area and the facilities are somewhat old. You can hear a distinct creaking sound when you step on the wooden stairs.
Lu Zhaoxin endured the noise and caught up with Mu Meng in a few steps, glancing at her sideways—she had clearly not rested well these past few days, her cheeks were somewhat thin, and she probably hadn't been eating properly either.
He lowered his head and smiled bitterly. "You may plant flowers with care, but they may not bloom; you may plant willows without care, but they may thrive." But in the end, everyone has their own ambitions, and you can't force things.
His gaze fell on Mu Meng's slightly furrowed brow. He stared at her expressionlessly for a while, then suddenly smiled and coaxed, "Mengmeng, don't be unhappy. How about this, what do you think of me?"
"If you ask me, those people the Heavenly Emperor once recommended to you were just so-so," Lu Zhaoxin said, counting on his fingers with an air of importance. "General Xuantian, Sheng Yuanting, although handsome and capable, is ultimately a subject of your Heavenly Clan. You're not good enough for him. Of course, the main reason is that he's too upright, even a bit too rigid. That's not right. As for the Second Young Master of Yunze Realm, he's simple-minded, but I'm not saying this to criticize him, but sometimes people who are too simple and pure can be troublesome. Although he's older than you, it's hard to say who will take care of whom between you two. As for the Demon Clan Crown Prince, let's not even talk about him. You two are impossible now."
"Looking at it this way, I'm actually quite good. You see, putting aside my character, family background, personality, and abilities, just looking at my position, I'm the ruler of a realm. And frankly speaking, I'm on equal footing with your father. If we're really talking about who's better, you'd have to be the one to govern me—"
"Call me Uncle?" Mu Meng raised an eyebrow at him.
After his nonsensical and unreasonable argument, Mu Meng finally couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth and scold him with a smile, "Alright, that's getting more and more outrageous. I'm not a child, you don't need to coax me like this."
Lu Zhaoxin chuckled and said, "Is that so?"
As they talked, they walked out of the teahouse and turned from the back street onto the main street. Mu Meng belatedly realized the harsh words she had said and waved her hand somewhat embarrassedly, "Actually, it wasn't really Zhe Qing's fault, I—"
With a loud "bang," a sound like someone falling heavily to the ground came from the depths of the alley behind us, accompanied by a few angry curses carried on the wind.
Mu Meng glanced back.
Lu Zhaoxin also turned around to look, then shook his head, looking like he was avoiding the matter. "The human realm is too vast, and there are places with poor security everywhere. Danzhou City used to be a no-man's-land, and it was only recently incorporated into the Binzuo territory, but the prefect of Danzhou is no good either."
As he spoke, he patted the reincarnation disc hanging at his waist, "He has done a lot of evil deeds, and this is all recorded for him. He'll be lucky if he's not reborn as a pig in his next life."
Mu Meng also knew that even Lu Zhaoxin couldn't arbitrarily interfere in matters of the human realm. After all, they weren't human. If they saw injustice and tried to get involved in everything, it would disrupt the order of the cycle of reincarnation between humans and ghosts.
She nodded without saying anything and continued walking forward, but the noise seemed to get closer to them the next moment, as if they were also heading towards the main street.
As the footsteps drew closer, their shouts became clearer.
"You ungrateful little slut! Didn't you learn your lesson last night? You're lucky to be serving us! You still think you're the daughter of the Left Prime Minister? So what if your father was wronged? The Emperor beheaded him! Who told him to offend so many people? You should have accepted your worthless fate long ago. Once you become a courtesan, you should only think about how to please us. And now you dare to resist!"
The man's curses were vulgar and offensive, and his words were accompanied by a sharp slap.
Mu Meng clenched his fists tightly. Although he didn't know the whole story, just from what he had just heard, he knew that the beastly man was taking advantage of someone's misfortune to kick them when they were down.
Mu Meng gritted her teeth and was about to turn around when Lu Zhaoxin grabbed her wrist. "Mengmeng!"
His brows were also very gloomy, but he still whispered to persuade, "I know you are angry about this, but everyone has their own fate. Such things happen every day in all parts of the human world. It is not something we can interfere with and sway."
Mu Meng pursed her lips and glanced back. The alley twisted and turned, and she could only hear voices but not see anyone.
Not wanting to put Lu Zhaoxin in a difficult position, she silently endured it and turned to walk forward.
"Hahaha, Brother Jia, that's not right of you. When did she ever qualify as a rich lady? She's just a lowly concubine's daughter, someone who was originally just for amusement. Now that she's been reduced to a plaything in bed, it's not much different."
"Hmph, it's a pity they don't know their own limitations. They've been played with for so long, yet they're still so stubborn!"
"Her father was always arrogant and aloof, always going against us, and his daughter is just as clueless! We'll strip her naked and throw her in the street, let's see if she dares to beg for mercy!"
The vulgar and crude language of the four or five people became increasingly unbearable to hear. Not only did Mu Meng's expression darken, but even Lu Zhaoxin subconsciously stopped in his tracks.
Finally, Mu Meng put his hands on his hips and sighed: "Zhao Xin, I want to apologize to you first. I know it's not easy for you to maintain order. I will make up for the losses I caused you later."
After saying that, she turned and left. This time, Lu Zhaoxin didn't try to persuade her again and followed her without saying a word.
Turning the corner of the alley, Mu Meng saw the scene before him clearly. For a moment, his knuckles cracked, and his expression became even more gloomy.
Four or five men dressed in fine clothes, who looked like spoiled brats from wealthy families, had ferocious and lewd faces. A trembling, frail young girl knelt at their feet, and one of them was pulling her disheveled, thick black hair roughly, his gaze lewd and wanton.
The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. She was very thin and frail. Her light-colored dress was disheveled and even torn in some places, revealing her milky white skin, which was covered with signs of abuse.
She was being grabbed by the hair and forced to raise her small face in a disheveled manner. Her fair skin and red lips revealed a gentle and beautiful face, but her dark pupils were filled with panic and fear, and her snow-white face was covered with tear stains.
Mu Meng's face grew increasingly gloomy, and Lu Zhaoxin frowned and silently looked away after just one glance.
Their arrival was sudden. The person opposite noticed the commotion and immediately cursed, "Get lost, get out of my way, you—"
He only noticed halfway through his rant that the person standing opposite him was a girl who looked like a fairy descended from heaven, a blend of heroic spirit and charm, a style completely different from the delicate flowers in her hand.
"Wow—this little sister is so beautiful! I never imagined that our Danzhou would have such a stunning beauty. You are..."
"Sister, run!" The man walked towards Mu Meng and had only said one sentence when suddenly the timid little girl on the ground grabbed his leg and shouted to Mu Meng in a panic.
The man frowned, impatiently raising his foot to kick her, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him. His eyes widened instantly, his face contorted in extreme pain, and without even letting out a scream, he fell straight backward.
Not only him, but the other fierce-looking men also collapsed one after another, twitched a couple of times, and then lay motionless.
The turn of events happened so quickly that she didn't even see when the other party attacked or what weapon they used. The young girl stared blankly at the corpses lying on the ground, her delicate body trembling, her clear eyes brimming with tears. She watched Mu Meng walk towards her, her lips trembling slightly.
"Sister...they, they're dead..."
Mu Meng hummed in agreement, having already taken off her outer robe and held it in her hand. She knelt down and draped it over her shoulders, saying, "Don't be afraid."
This is the human realm, and killing is an extremely serious matter. She thought that perhaps this poor little girl had never seen a dead person before, which was why she was afraid.
The little girl reached out to grab Mu Meng's hand, but seeing that her hand was a little dirty, she quickly withdrew it. Her voice trembled slightly, her eyes filled with anxiety: "But...sister...they are all sons of powerful ministers, their families are incredibly influential, what are we going to do? You'll be retaliated against..."
As she spoke, she looked around frantically, her misty eyes brightening slightly: "Sister, no one saw us here, you should run quickly. Thank you for saving me, but I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to repay your kindness... Don't worry, when the soldiers come to arrest me, I'll tell them I killed them, and I will never mention you."
Her tone was sincere and innocent. Mu Meng looked down at the purplish-blue finger marks on her small face and felt a pang in her heart—she really hadn't expected that this delicate and frail girl wasn't panicked because of these dead people, but was worried about her safety.
Mu Meng felt a surge of pity, but he had important matters to attend to and could not comfort her in detail. "Don't be afraid, come with me first, I'll arrange for you to stay and recover from your injuries."
The little girl was slightly taken aback by Mu Meng's words, and quickly shook her head: "No, no... Sister, I... I am an official..." Her face was very pale, and her lips trembled for a long time before she could finish speaking. She said sadly, "I can't leave. If I leave, someone will come to arrest me... That will cause you trouble."
Lu Zhaoxin looked at her with pity and took two steps forward. However, as soon as he got close, the little girl shrank her shoulders, clearly frightened.
Mu Meng noticed this and turned back to him in a low voice, "Zhao Xin, don't come any closer."
She turned her head again and said gently, "It's okay, don't be afraid. I promise you no one will come to arrest us, and you will be safe from now on."
Mu Meng gently smoothed her slightly messy hair, smiled reassuringly at her, and asked softly, "What's your name?"
Mu Meng had a kind face and a gentle, warm tone. The little girl looked at her, her dark eyes showing a hint of dependence, and whispered, "Sister, my name is Yu... Yu Sheng."
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