Mu Yao was full of strength. Although he only used 30% of his strength, the airflow he created still ruffled Nan Zhi's stray hairs and dress.
Nanzhi stopped just an inch from the tip of the spear. Her eyes were wide open, her face slightly pale, and she stared at him without moving, nervously swallowing.
If she hadn't stopped and had crashed into it, she would have certainly died.
Despite being terrified, he surprisingly didn't collapse.
He does have some courage.
Mu Yao holstered his gun, looked at Jing Mo who was chasing after him, and asked in a steady and powerful voice: "Why are you chasing her?"
Jingmo saw Mu Yao and guiltily hid the handkerchief in her hand.
"It's nothing, I was just taking the young mistress to pay her respects to the madam."
Jingmo's guilty conscience was too obvious for Mu Yao not to notice, but he still looked at Nanzhi and asked knowingly, "Is what she said true?"
He wanted to see what Nam Gyi would do.
Is it a cowardly agreement, or a courageous counterattack?
If she is weak, he won't help her at all.
Unexpectedly, yet somehow expected, Nanzhi glanced at Jingmo and shook her head.
She gestured a square shape with her hand, then pointed to the pure white magnolia blossoms on the tree, pursed her lips, and shook her head.
She didn't say anything, but Mu Yao understood.
It didn't disappoint him.
Mu Yao didn't mind helping her out; he glanced at Jingmo.
As Jingmo tried to hide the weapon in her sleeve, Mu Yao, who had witnessed her subtle movements, twirled the silver spear in his hand, his eyes sharp and piercing.
"Take it out."
Startled, Jingmo could only take the handkerchief away.
Amidst their astonished gazes, Mu Yao slashed the silver spear across his palm, and drops of blood splattered onto the handkerchief.
"Take it to the madam later and tell her that the young mistress is very tired and will not be coming to pay her respects."
Silently, she took the handkerchief and listened to Mu Yao's words, feeling deeply surprised.
She was still somewhat dazed when she heard Mu Yao warn her, "If I hear a different version, you won't need to stay in the Mu family anymore."
Mu Yao exuded an overwhelming aura of authority, and his few words were enough to intimidate anyone.
Silent and unyielding, how could I dare to speak recklessly?
I obediently agreed.
As soon as Jingmo left, Mu Yao was about to continue practicing his shooting when a sweet fragrance approached him.
The familiar scent... Mu Yao looked at the girl who had suddenly grabbed his hand and was using a handkerchief to stop his bleeding with eyes full of worry.
"How dare you!"
Mu Yao had never been so close to a woman before, and he reprimanded her with extreme discomfort.
The girl only stiffened for a moment before continuing to blow on his wound.
Her hands were too small, not even half the size of his.
Although her skin was white, there were some calluses on her fingers that shouldn't have been there.
I don't even know what I did in the past.
Even with calluses, his was still much softer compared to others.
Seeing how worried she was, Mu Yao didn't take it to heart.
This is just a minor injury, nothing to worry about.
He coldly withdrew his hand. "You can go back now."
Nan Zhi was not embarrassed by the reprimand. She bowed to him, took three steps back, and then turned to leave.
Mu Yao raised an eyebrow as he looked at her petite yet stronger-than-expected back.
[Ding, Mu Yao's favorability has increased by 5%.]
Nanzhi returned to her room and looked at the original owner's face in the mirror.
The original owner was not bad-looking, and her family was not so poor that they couldn't afford to eat. However, because she couldn't speak, she was ostracized in her family of origin.
She not only had to do a lot of chores, but also help her siblings with laundry and cooking. Even when they encountered difficulties in life, they would blame her, saying that she was the cause of their misfortune.
The original owner was unable to defend himself and was weak, so he could only be bullied for eighteen years.
Yes, the original owner was already eighteen years old, past the prime age for marriage. If she hadn't been chosen by Madam Mu by chance, she would still be in that family and would never have become a general's wife in this lifetime.
Looking at the calluses on her hands, Nan Zhi couldn't help but feel sorry for the original owner's experience.
"It's alright. In this life, I will live well for you."
I want to say it, but I can only keep it bottled up inside.
Nan Zhi couldn't even stand it for a day, while the original owner endured it for a full eighteen years.
How painful it must be to be unable to speak and to be misunderstood.
Even if Mu Yao said there was no need to see Madam Mu, Nan Zhi couldn't really refuse to go.
She styled her long, girlish hair into a mature woman's bun. She looked for hairpins and hair ornaments, but found that they were all for newlyweds, and there were no other hairpins for her to wear.
Madam Mu did give them to the original owner, but she kept them to herself. Each time she was about to see Madam Mu, she would casually take out a few items and put them on the original owner's hair.
After the original owner died, she openly took over the body.
Nanzhi glanced around the room; there was nothing there.
She continued to fix her hair with a bright red hairpin, and then went to Madam Mu's residence in her wedding dress.
Silence still lingers with Madam Mu.
Madam Mu is actually not that old, only in her early forties. Her clothes are in slightly dark colors, making her look mature yet elegant.
However, having been the matriarch of the household for many years, she possessed an inherent air of authority that made people somewhat hesitant to approach her.
The second wife was also there, sitting to the side of Madam Mu.
General Mu had only one wife. His second wife was the wife of his younger brother. His brother died on the battlefield with him and entrusted his widow to General Mu.
General Mu treated his second wife and her children very well, and even brought them to live in his mansion. However, the second wife believed that General Mu had killed her husband and secretly opposed him.
General Mu also had other cousins who, although they did not live in the mansion, were always eyeing the Mu family's wealth and status.
The second wife was different from Madam Mu. She was a few years younger than Madam Mu, and her clothes were much more colorful. She wore all kinds of jewelry on her head, neck, and wrists, making her look extremely luxurious.
Seeing that Jingmo had arrived alone, she immediately switched to her sarcastic mode: "Oh, does this new bride not want to serve tea?"
As she spoke, she subtly gave Jingmo a look, signaling her to embellish the story.
At this moment, Jingmo dared not say much, but obediently told Mu Yao what he had been instructed to say.
Originally, Madam Mu was a little angry that Nanzhi hadn't come to pay her respects, but when she heard that Nanzhi was too tired and saw the dirty handkerchief, she assumed that the two had consummated their marriage. Despite the Second Madam's displeased expression, she was overjoyed.
"Alright, alright, Qiushuang, hurry to the kitchen and have the chef prepare more nourishing food to send to the young mistress."
"Xiang Chun, go to my storeroom and get some jewelry I used when I was young. Have Jing Mo take it back to the young mistress."
He listened in silence, a flash of greed crossing his eyes.
That's great. I was a little uncomfortable because I couldn't let Nanzhi have an easy time, but now I have another benefit to take advantage of. I'm happy.
But she quickly lost her joy.
Just as she was about to step forward and take the jewelry box from Xiang Chun's hand, she heard the maid's voice from outside.
"Madam, the young mistress has arrived."
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