Chapter 7
A wise person knows when to yield. If Miss San insists on making a fuss over a piece of clothing, then let her make a fuss.
They had no desire to get involved in the Mu family's mess.
Mu Yulu glanced at everyone, then smiled and said, "Alright, let's just leave it at that."
Hearing her say that, the servants' hearts, which had been in their throats, slowly calmed down.
However, before they could completely relax, Mu Yulu's expression hardened and she said coldly, "This matter is over. Now let's settle another score."
The servants were startled; their hearts, which had just settled, jumped again.
What other debt?
What other debt is there?
"You bunch of people broke into my boudoir in the dead of night, barging into my room before I could even get dressed. Now let's settle this score."
The servants' mouths twitched collectively; they wished they could die on the spot.
Well, now they have no way to defend themselves. They were the ones who hit people, they were the ones who broke into the house, but it was clearly Mu Yulu herself who took off her clothes!?
Why does this old lady act so unpredictably?
"Breaking into the young lady's boudoir at night, those who know you will say you are loyal to your mistress, but those who don't will think you have ulterior motives."
“If this gets out, I might lose my reputation at most, but you will lose your lives.”
Mu Yulu's voice was icy cold, and the servants felt a chill run down their spines.
They had been wondering why Mu Yulu had suddenly started taking off her clothes after they came in; it turned out she was waiting for them here.
If this gets out, Mu Yulu will naturally never be able to get married, but they won't be able to live either.
Feeling Mu Yulu's scrutinizing gaze, the servants lowered their heads even further.
They desperately wanted to escape, but they couldn't.
After a long wait, Mu Yulu's icy voice rang out again: "I'll spare your lives today, but if you dare to bully me again, it won't be so easy."
Mu Yulu spoke these harsh words with great determination. After all, she had seen a lot in her previous life. She had not only witnessed what it meant to wish for death but not be able to, and what it meant to be worse than dead, but she had also experienced it firsthand.
Naturally, this was all thanks to Mu Qinhan.
That scoundrel's methods are incredibly cruel; if she just imitates even a little bit, it will be enough for her for the rest of her life.
After uttering those harsh words, she coldly snapped, "Get out of here right now!"
The servants' hearts pounded wildly with Mu Yulu's words, sometimes pounding wildly and sometimes stopping abruptly, which was extremely agonizing.
Having finally been pardoned, the moment Mu Yulu bowed her head and gestured for them to get out, everyone extinguished their torches, turned pale, collapsed to the ground, and rolled away, clutching their heads.
As the last person rolled out, Mu Yulu frowned and shouted, "Close the door for me."
The person had already rolled some distance away, but upon hearing Mu Yulu's voice, he hurriedly rolled back, got up, bent over, and closed the door. In his panic, he accidentally bumped his head against the door frame while closing the door, making a dull thud.
Mu Yulu clicked her tongue in disgust, turned her head and looked at Xinyun, beckoning to her: "Does your face hurt? Did that bastard hit you too hard? Come here and let me see."
As Mu Yulu asked, she picked up the candlestick and carefully examined Xinyun for any injuries. When she saw the handprint left on Xinyun's face, her expression darkened and her eyes became terrifyingly gloomy.
She recalled how in her past life she had casually betrothed Xinyun to a servant, and that scoundrel would always beat and scold Xinyun when he was drunk.
In her past life, she never even glanced at Xinyun, letting her suffer endless torment at the hands of that servant.
Back then, Xinyun's face would always bear such handprints, and besides that, she probably had many more scars on her body.
Recalling the scene of Xinyun desperately blocking the door and protecting her from the servants barging in, Mu Yulu felt a pang of pain in her heart.
She gently pulled Xinyun into her arms: "Although I stood up for you today, you still suffered injustice in the end."
The guilt from her past life and this life surged into Mu Yulu's heart like a tide, and her eyes welled up with tears.
Xin Yun was unaware that Mu Yulu's guilt towards her was not only due to tonight's incident. She was startled by Mu Yulu's sudden sobbing and overwhelming sadness: "Miss? Why are you crying? Don't worry, I'm not hurt."
Mu Yulu wiped away her tears, let out a long sigh of relief, and then opened her heart to Yun: "Go and rest. You don't need to stay here and watch over me tonight."
Xinyun nodded: "Then Miss should also rest soon."
Tonight, Mu Yulu sent away the servants sent by Aunt Wang. Who knows what kind of trouble Qingwu Courtyard will cause tomorrow? Xinyun was vaguely worried, but she didn't want Mu Yulu to be anxious with her, so she said nothing and turned to leave.
After Xinyun left, Mu Yulu collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and closed her eyes to rest.
Even if Xinyun didn't say it, she knew what she was worried about. Tonight's farce was far from over; the real show had only just begun.
But tonight she didn't want to think about anything anymore; all she wanted to do was get some rest.
Let's see what tomorrow brings.
Just then, a voice rang in my ears.
"Do you think life is more important than reputation?"
When the deep voice sounded in her ear, Mu Yulu suddenly remembered that Mu Qinhan was hiding in the bed. She trembled slightly and opened her eyes in horror.
I completely forgot about this huge problem that was still in the room!
"What kind of talk is that?" After realizing what Mu Qinhan had just said, Mu Yulu took a deep breath, turned around and looked at Mu Qinhan, not avoiding his burning gaze at all: "Is your reputation more important than your life?"
Before Mu Qinhan could speak, Mu Yulu immediately issued an order to leave: "Isn't Your Highness leaving? Staying here any longer might damage your reputation."
Mu Qinhan could tell that Mu Yulu had exhausted all her patience, and the tone she used to urge him away was exactly the same as when she urged away the servants.
She seemed to dislike him.
However, the more she acted this way, the more curious he became, and the less eager he was to leave.
Mu Qinhan sat up and leisurely examined her. After a while, he asked, "As a woman, why are you so indifferent to your own reputation, but instead worried about ruining the purity of a man like me?"
Mu Yulu made a startling statement: "Whether or not one is innocent has nothing to do with gender."
Her words were naturally shocking in this day and age, but to her surprise, Mu Qinhan seemed to accept them well. He raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "Then what does it have to do with?"
Why does this person have so many questions? They just keep asking.
Mu Yulu suppressed her anger and resisted the urge to kick him off the bed, replying seriously, "Naturally, it's related to my identity."
"Your status is that of a prince, a status of utmost importance. In the future, you will marry a princess of equally high status. If you ruin your reputation by breaking into a commoner's boudoir, how will you ever be able to marry a noble lady from the capital?"
After observing Mu Qinhan's expression, Mu Yulu continued, "My identity is merely that of a merchant's daughter, and I will never have any connection with the powerful and wealthy in the capital. Moreover, precisely because I am a merchant's daughter, if I were to have a romantic affair with the prince, it might not be entirely a bad thing for us."
"The word 'innocence' is naturally not as important to a commoner as it is to a prince."
Mu Yulu spoke with such seriousness that Mu Qinhan was left speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
He couldn't help but become even more interested in the little girl in front of him.
In all his years, he had never heard such shocking remarks, nor had he ever seen a woman who regarded her reputation as worthless.
Mu Yulu was the first one.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Who told you all this?"
Mu Yulu frowned: "What?"
Mu Qinhan coaxed patiently: "You are just a young lady raised in seclusion, how could you know these things? Who taught you the skill of sophistry in front of me tonight?"
He paused, then said thoughtfully, "You deliberately said these unorthodox things just to get my attention?"
Mu Yulu laughed in exasperation.
How come I never noticed before how arrogant and narcissistic this man was?
In her previous life, she was completely blinded by beauty.
Mu Yulu turned her head away and chose to remain silent. She refused to talk to the person in front of her anymore, feeling that saying another word to him was a waste of breath.
Mu Yulu stopped speaking, and Mu Qinhan also stopped talking. He quietly observed her expression in the moonlight.
I don't know what she was thinking about again, but the anger in her eyes lingered for a long time, and even gradually turned into despair and resentment.
This topic reminded Mu Yulu of something that happened in her past life.
She was once just like all women in the world, valuing her reputation more than her life.
The reason she has changed her attitude on this matter is actually thanks to Prince Mu in front of her.
In his previous life, Mu Qinhan was assassinated while on a diplomatic mission to the Northern Xuanwu Kingdom, and his entire personal guard disappeared without a trace.
Upon receiving the news, Mu Yulu was extremely anxious and went to a foreign country alone, searching the world for Mu Qinhan's whereabouts like a headless fly.
Later, after going through countless hardships, she finally found him, only to see him embracing his beloved Liu Wenshuang and hear him making vows of eternal love to her.
When he was attacked, wounded, and unconscious, it was Liu Wenshuang who found him before her. When Mu Qinhan woke up, the first thing he saw was Liu Wenshuang, who had been taking care of him day and night without taking off her clothes.
He naturally loved Liu Wenshuang even more, and when he saw Mu Yulu, who arrived late and looked disheveled and hadn't washed herself properly for a month, he was naturally disgusted and immediately ordered her to go back.
He refused to take her in, and was even too lazy to assign her a guard to escort her back.
He was eager to get rid of her, as if even looking at her made him feel disgusted.
In her past life, she didn't know what she was thinking, but she actually went back alone in a fit of pique, thinking that Mu Qinhan would at least have some conscience and send someone to escort her. But she didn't expect that he would really let her leave alone, without asking about her or treating her like trash.
At that time, the border between the two countries was still at war, and there were many bandits and chaos. It was already a stroke of luck for her, a weak woman, to be able to travel alone from the Vermilion Bird Kingdom to the Black Tortoise Kingdom.
Such luck may not come twice.
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