"Madam, what are you thinking about?" Shulan asked.
Xin He said, "The Song family has had a series of accidents recently. First, the marriage affair of the Great Prince from the second branch went awry, then Song Ya Lan from the third branch had issues. I wonder what the reaction of the main branch of the Song family is."
"Didn’t you say that our master has people watching all these matters? Stop worrying. What you should be thinking about now is our future master and your own condition. In a couple of months, the baby will be born!" Shulan started nagging again.
Xin He felt helpless and could only nod, "I know."
This girl is becoming more talkative, it would be better to marry her off sooner rather than later.
Thinking about this, Xin He felt somewhat unwilling. After this girl gets married, who will remind her to keep her innocence?
Xin He couldn’t help but smile.
Lian’an Town, and even the whole of Yu State, were in turmoil today. After all, the Song family was the largest noble family in Yu State, so any issue involving them naturally sparked heated discussions.
However, in such a lively day, Xin He did not go out for the whole day. She idly stayed at home watering her plants or listening to Shulan reciting tales from books. If she felt drowsy, she would nap for a while. It seemed as though she had nothing to do with the storm outside.
She found her day quite pleasant.
Marquis Mu, Mu Houchu, came back very early today. Perhaps knowing that she was at home, he feared she would be bored and decided to keep her company.
Just as he had arrived at the gate of the mansion, a page suddenly appeared from nowhere and stuffed several letters into his arms and then turned to run.
Mu Houchu’s face darkened, and in a flash, he blocked the fleeing page’s path, "Who are you?"
The page was dumbfounded and rubbed his eyes hard, suspecting that he was seeing a ghost!
"I...I...I... I, I am a servant of the Song family." The page stammered, "I am merely here to return some letters and mean no harm, please spare me, Master Mu!"
Just last time when Lian Si delivered a message, he was kicked by this hot-tempered Master Mu and was bedridden for half a month. Now it was his turn, and he was also scared. He intended to deliver the items and leave as soon as possible, but who would have imagined that this man would block him like a ghost. This page was afraid of the "toxic hands" and now he was terrified to the point of almost kneeling down.
Mu Houchu’s eyes narrowed, and he held up several letters, "You said, these are the letters to return? To whom are they to be sent back?"
Mu Houchu’s squinted eyes emanated a dangerously chilling aura.
The page faltered, "Ah? These, these, these...these are to be returned to you, Master Mu." While speaking, he was also watching his facial expression, and his heart had already started thumping.
He had a bad premonition, like this man was about to get angry.
Mu Houchu looked at the words written on the envelope: To my beloved Lan Lan.
He had a vague suspicion of what this letter was, his face frowned bit by bit, his slender fingers gently tore open the envelope, and pulled out the letters inside.
"My beloved Lan Lan."
"A day without seeing you feels like three autumns."
"This night, I have insomnia, your beautiful figure appears even in my dreams."
······"
Mu Houchu’s corner of the mouth twitched imperceptibly, his face had turned black. The words that made his stomach churn were, at a glance, the senders’ signature- Mu Lang!?
Mu Houchu’s face had turned impossibly black, if he had to use an adjective to describe it, it could only be ashen. The veins on his forehead started pulsating.
The hand holding the envelope crinkled it, and in the next second, the letters were almost crushed into ashes.
The page from the Song family saw the twisted envelopes and was frightened that he would be next. He wailed pitifully in his desperate struggle:
"I really don’t know anything! These letters, these letters, our fifth Miss ordered me to deliver them. She said they should be returned to their rightful owner, I, I, I can’t even read, I don’t know what these letters say. I just heard that these letters were written by Master Mu to our Miss in the past. If you feel something is wrong, you should ask our Miss. I really don’t know anything."
By the end, the page was almost incoherent.
However, Mu Houchu’s face continued to darken. The grinding sound of his teeth could faintly be heard, and his eyes emitted a murderous aura.
The page from the Song family couldn’t stand the pressure and finally kneeled before him with a "thud", begging for mercy while crying, "I was wrong! Please spare me!"
But in the instant he knelt down, Mu Houchu had already dodged, striding away at a fast pace toward the mansion, the ’love letters’ in his hand.
Ling Feng stood there alone, feeling the palpable murderous aura. His body shuddered involuntarily, silently praying for the madam’s safety in his heart. You can’t avoid what must come. Madam, take care!
As for the page from the Song family, he felt as though a gust of wind had just blown right in front of him. He looked up in horror, but there was no one in front of him- no sign of any figure at all!
The page from the Song family knelt blankly in place, his face still pale. Clearly, he had not yet recovered. Terrified, he looked listlessly at Ling Feng still standing there motionless. He pointed shakily towards the direction Mu Houchu had headed: "This, this, this is...."
What does this mean?
Ling Feng sternly said: "If you don’t leave, do you want to get beaten?"
The page from Song Family was shocked, he immediately got up from the ground and ran as if his feet were oiled. In a moment, he was gone.
Ling Feng glanced at the gate of Mu Mansion, swallowed, and decided to stay outside for a while...
At this moment, Xin He was enjoying the sun in the small garden of the backyard. The sun in spring was warm but not shining, and it was so comfortable lying under the sun.
Just as Xin He was enjoying herself, she felt a suppression air approaching her.
Xin He opened her sleepy eyes, frowned, and cocked her head towards Shulan, "Do you feel..."
Shulan was doing embroidery, hoping to make several nappies for the baby before he was born. She looked up blankly when she heard Xin He, "Feel what?"
Xin He opened her mouth to speak but before she could, she saw Mu Houchu striding towards her with a black face from the end of the flower garden. His heavy footsteps revealed his anger.
Watching him approach, Xin He said, "Murderous intent."
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