Mu Family's Young Master

  In the southeast corner of the hall, which no one would notice, a black cotton canvas canopy hung from the beam to the ground. Suddenly, an autumn breeze blew in through the window and lifted the hem of the canopy, revealing a pair of shoes with purple flowers embroidered on the thick satin boots. Above them was a crimson silk robe with peony patterns embroidered with silver thread on the collar, sleeves, and waistband. He had jet-black hair, a pointed chin, thin lips, and a slightly raised mouth corner. His nose was high and straight, his eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were like phoenixes. His skin was as smooth as jade, his lips were as translucent as pearls, and his amber-colored pupils held a faint smile. He stood there, elegant and refined, with an air of enchantment that could captivate people's hearts.

  All that could be seen was the man leaning against the wall, his body tilted to one side, his left elbow resting on the windowsill. Although it was already a chilly autumn day, he held a black bamboo fan in his right hand and slowly waved it back and forth, like a spoiled young master who didn't care about the world. Yet, every move he made had an air of elegance and refinement that didn't match the solemn atmosphere of the temple.

  At this moment, his expectant eyes swept across the faces of the people around him and finally stopped at Bai Liuli. The smile lines at the corners of his eyes, which were already quite deep, became even deeper when he fixed his gaze on Bai Liuli, as if he had caught sight of some interesting prey.

  Almost everyone's gaze was focused on the smiling man, but he seemed to feel no one's attention, only swinging his fan and laughing, "Isn't what I said true? The whole imperial capital knows that the White family's master died in a most suspicious manner, not only being suffocated to death, but also having his face slashed with a knife, and finally being buried by the White family's steward. Even if she was lucky enough not to be suffocated or tortured to death, she couldn't have crawled out of the coffin that had already been buried."

  "Or rather—" The man's words left everyone stunned, and also caused Bai Zhenzhu to slightly furrow her brow. She saw the man suddenly close his bamboo fan with a "whoosh", then slap it against his palm with a "crack", staring at Bai Liu-li with a deeply meaningful smile, "The one who now calls himself the master of the White family is actually just a dead person?"

  Dead... Dead person!?

  "Whoa——" A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the high-ranking officials who were normally high above but timid as mice in the hall no longer cared about etiquette or not. They took big strides towards the door, they wanted to leave the White House, leave this unlucky place that made them startled! Indeed, the mansion where the evil woman lived should not have come!

  For a moment, no matter how much Bai Zhenzhu and the people in the mansion tried to persuade them, all the guests left.

  Bai Luli ignored the white pearl that could no longer be calmed, and quietly looked at the purple-shirted man leaning against the window with a thick smile. He was enthusiastically watching the commotion in the hall, when he suddenly stretched out his hand holding a folding fan to wake up the people who couldn't wait to fly out of the White House. "Ah, ah, ah, Lord Wang, don't just focus on running, be careful under your feet."

  Those who can come to the Bai family ancestral hall to attend the succession ceremony of the Bai family master are not simple in identity. From the moment they entered this ancestral hall, Bai Liuli has not discovered his existence. Is her current awareness not enough? Or is this man's inner strength too strong, strong enough to make his breath completely merge with the air and let people unaware of his existence?

  So, who is this man in purple clothes?

  When the ancestral hall became quiet and solemn again, a young boy dressed in light blue cotton clothes rushed in from outside the courtyard, but only dared to stand at the threshold without taking another step inside. Obviously, he knew the etiquette and knew that as a low-ranking servant, he couldn't get any closer. His flustered eyes quickly scanned the hall, and upon seeing the handsome purple-clad young master leaning against the corner of the hall, fanning himself with a smile on his face, he immediately bowed repeatedly to Bai Zhenzhu: "Master Bai, please forgive my young master's rudeness, I'm apologizing on his behalf!"

  The young man nodded his head repeatedly, repeating this sentence over and over again, with a humble and respectful tone, as if he couldn't wait to knock his head to get the forgiveness of the white pearl.

  "Tong Ya, you have two masters of the White family in front of you right now. Which one are you asking for forgiveness from?" The purple-robed young master looked at Tong Ya's humble appearance, and the smile lines at the corners of his eyes deepened, with a strong tone of sarcasm in his words.

  The young man who was originally humble and courteous suddenly looked up when he heard the purple-clothed young master's mocking laughter, staring at him with a look of deep hatred, which made the man laugh out loud, completely disregarding the fact that he was in the Bai family ancestral hall.

  "This young master, I grew up with my sister since childhood. Even if I hadn't seen her face but only saw her eyes, I could confirm that she is indeed my sister without a doubt." Bai Zhenzhu was already burning with anger at this moment. Today was the day she succeeded as the head of the household, yet it had been disrupted time and again. Now, there were no guests left, how could she remain calm? She had to suppress the anger that was about to erupt in her heart and put on a composed appearance. At this moment, she was staring at the purple-clothed young master with a sharp gaze, her voice coldly saying, "The affairs of the Bai family will be handled by the people of the Bai family, no need for you to worry, come, send him off!"

  The crimson expulsion order, the blue-clad youth looked at the icy words of the white pearl in disbelief. This... is to drive away our own young master! Miss, don't you know who the young master is?!

  Feng Baili's eyes narrowed as he heard Bai Zhenzhu's words, and his gaze shifted to the purple-robed young man's face, waiting for a change in his smile.

  Bai Luli slightly raised the corner of her mouth, while Bai Zhenzhu was so angry that she was about to lose her composure. How dare she treat the most esteemed guest today with such an attitude?

  "It's an honor to have Mr. Mu's esteemed presence at our humble abode, it's truly a blessing. My sister was just too anxious and that's why she lost her composure, I heard that Mr. Mu is not one to dwell on trivial matters, so he definitely won't mind my sister's slight." Bai Luli slightly bowed with her hands clasped together, the words from her mouth carried a hint of indifference, as if she wasn't genuinely apologizing for Bai Zhenzhu's rudeness.

  Mu Yu, the eldest son of the Mu family, one of the three major families that surpasses the Bai family in status today. He is the future heir of the Mu family, a typical playboy who spends his days traveling and having fun, never putting his mind to family matters. His father, Mu Chi, is disappointed in him, but as he is the only son of the Mu family, everyone has given up on him, hoping that he will soon "turn over a new leaf".

  "Mu Gongzi, I..." Mu Zhen may not have been involved in family matters, but he was indeed the future heir of the Mu family. Now, Bai Zhenzhu's cold and arrogant order to expel him was undoubtedly a slap in the face for both Mu Zhen and the Mu family. She was now filled with regret over her previous words.

  How did the young master of the Mu family come here!?! Didn't the Xiao and Mu families agree to send gifts but not attend in person?!

  "Enough, no need to send me off. I have legs and can walk on my own." Mu Ze raised his hand to interrupt Bai Zhenzhu's words, the smile on his face unchanged, as if he didn't mind Bai Zhenzhu's rudeness at all. His gaze fell on Bai Liuli's face before he finally moved his "noble feet" towards Tong Ya who was standing by the doorframe. "Let's go, Tong Ya. The host has already given the order to leave, don't be so tactless and block the door."

  The young boy's face turned beet red.

  A white pearl on her face, suddenly a green and white array.

  "Master Mu, won't you stay and see how I prove that I am indeed Bai Liuli?" Bai Liuli smiled lightly.

  "My face isn't that thick, and besides, you'll tell me at the time, won't you?" Mu Ze turned his head slightly as he stepped out of the doorway, smiling at Ting Feng who was frowning, "Right, Ting Feng?"

  This woman, who is extremely ugly with her face wrapped up, actually saw through his identity before the first beauty Bai Zhenzhu, which is quite interesting. However, that cold-faced man, who never appears in daylight, would make an exception and appear in daylight, not only speaking for her but also leaving behind a listening wind to calm things down. Tsk, tsk, this is indeed a rare occurrence in the world.

  The cold-faced man has taken a liking to the ugly girl with a broken fate.

  Digression

  Uncle is having a severe headache today and it's late, sorry.