The King's Consort Who Bathes in Fire

  "Master, the old master is right here!" Ping'er's voice was full of anxiety. She had just heard that the old mistress and master had come to the second young lady's courtyard, and thought that this time the old mistress would not let the second young lady off easily either, considering how she had been mistreating her all these years. Just as she was anxiously pacing back and forth, preparing to go outside to take a look at the situation, Master suddenly appeared standing outside the courtyard. She hastily called out to him, hoping that he could still make it in time to stop them from bullying the second young lady again. The poor young lady was really too pitiful!

  Qing Ge raised her eyes to look, and saw a man walking into the black-painted gate of the courtyard. The man was probably not more than twenty years old, with a face like carved jade, clear features, and a strong and handsome appearance. His eyebrows and eyes had the heroic spirit of a military general, but without any roughness. His bright eyes were full of energy, and his face had a hint of elegance, like that of a scholar-official. At this moment, there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes, and his footsteps were light and quick, showing excellent internal skills. However, the clothes on his body were somewhat wrinkled, with dirty marks, as if he had hurried back in a rush.

  In an instant, memories of Yu Qing Ge's past life flashed before her eyes. The man in front of her was none other than the young master of the Mu Manor, Mu Chang Feng.

  "Master, madam, Qingfu, uncle." Ping'er called out hastily with her head down, her footsteps quick and light as she moved to Suqing's side. Her small face was full of worry, and she grasped Suqing's hand, asking, "Elder sister, elder sister, are you alright? Did they...?" As she spoke, Ping'er glanced at the madam with a fearful gaze in her eyes, and swallowed back what she had been about to say. She hastily continued to ask, "Were you hurt, elder sister...?"

  Although she is the young lady's maid, she is actually a miscellaneous servant girl and has no time to take care of the young lady at all. After the young lady woke up, she became a bit strange and asked her not to come and take care of her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but feel uneasy, so she sneaked in to take a look. Fortunately, the young lady didn't seem to be ill or injured, but her personality was completely different from before, feeling cold but much more confident.

  She didn't naturally reach out with her hand, having been an assassin for many years. Even after she became a mercenary, she still wasn't used to close physical contact with others. Otherwise, she wouldn't have told Ping'er not to come near her. She was accustomed to living alone and couldn't tolerate others constantly invading her space.

  Ping'er saw Qingge withdraw her hand and knew she had overstepped. How could a mere maid like herself hold the young mistress's hand? She was too hasty. With one small hand, she vigorously rubbed the corner of her clothes, thinking to herself: When I saw the young mistress just now, I felt completely different from before. How can I put it? There was a feeling of coldness and elegance, yet also a sense of beauty. Although I thought the young mistress was beautiful before, I had never seen her like this today - like jade emerging from a rock, pearls shining brightly, true gold bursting forth with dazzling splendor, instantly radiating brilliant light. It felt both unfamiliar and delightful to her.

  If people treat me with 30% kindness, I will return it with 100% respect. If people offend me by 30%, I will retaliate with 100%. This is the style and principle of Qing Song.

  In front of her, this maid still knew that she was genuinely good to Mu Qing Ge. Looking at Ping Er's small face with a hint of probing and worry, her eyes were somewhat at a loss, but deep down in her heart, there was a warmth, so on the always cold and indifferent face, a faint smile was drawn out, and her voice softened a lot, "I'm fine."

  Three simple words made Ping'er's small face light up, she stood beside Mu Qing Ge, the corners of her eyes were filled with a smile, "Miss is fine, that's all that matters."

  Everyone in the yard was focused on Mu Changfeng, no one noticed the girl in the yard, only a boy sitting in a hidden corner of the yard saw her faint smile. From the moment they met until now, except for some changes in her eyes, she had not shown any expression. At this moment, although the smile was very shallow and light, it was hard to notice if you didn't look closely, but because of this rare moment, the girl seemed even more radiant and elegant, with a subtle fragrance, like the snow lotus on the mountain that blooms only once in a thousand years, suddenly blooming with a delicate flower bud, that moment was intoxicating.

  The boy's eyes had an indescribable smile, with a hint of eeriness, and he muttered to himself: "It seems that in this world, there really are precious things that no one recognizes. That appearance, it seemed as if the treasure was his own."

  "Wind, you're back!" The always silent Mo Zong Pei, who had been standing beside him, saw Mo Chang Feng enter and his eyes lit up with joy, a happy smile on his face, as he took big strides forward, shouting.

  Mo Changfeng did not show such excitement, and there was a hint of estrangement at the bottom of his eyes. He bowed to Mo Zongpei who came up to him, his expression just right, neither humble nor arrogant, neither close nor distant, saying: "Father, mother, Changfeng is back."

  Qin Yanlian nodded slightly, not looking very pleased. On the other hand, Qin Muzhi was like a monkey, sticking close to him and grinning from ear to ear, his eyes and eyebrows scrunched up together. "Changfeng, you're back! I heard just the other day that you and King Qian won another victory. This time you'll surely be promoted in rank and title again! The Mu family is really relying on you..."

  The most annoying posture, ugly and disgusting, Mu Zongpei frowned at the sight of him. This was Qin Yanlian's good brother, causing trouble day and night. If it weren't for relying on the Mu family to back him up, who knows how he would have been done in by others? Big or small, no one knew how much trouble he had caused, really annoying to death.

  Fang Qing'er was quietly peeking from behind, the more Qin Mu annoyed Master, the more miserable Qin Yanlian became. She actually wanted to see what the eldest son of the Mu family looked like, having been in the manor for half a year without seeing him, but often hearing servants and maids gossip about him.

  Mu Changfeng was picked up by Mu Zongpei on the way to a battle, when he was only two years old. Mu Zongpei had no son at that time and thought the boy looked good, so he brought him back to raise him. Therefore, everyone in the mansion called him "Young Master". However, this Young Master Mu rarely stayed in the Mu Mansion. Since he was five years old, he followed the Sixth Prince, now known as Emperor Qian, who chose him as a study companion. With his own abilities, he rose from a study companion to a servant, then to the captain of the palace guard, and is now a third-rank general, known as a youthful genius.

  At this glance, Fang Qing'er's heart was already racing, and Mu Changfeng wore a deep blue warrior robe, his long hair simply tied up with a deep blue satin ribbon, revealing a handsome face that combined the elegance of a military general with the refinement of a scholar, with a subtle golden glow to his skin. This appearance, no wonder those maids were always gossiping about him, truly worthy of the title "Jade-faced General".

  "Uncle, Father is still in his prime, and Chang Feng has only just begun. " Mu Changfeng's eyebrows showed a hint of disgust, but it was not excessive. He responded while speaking, looking at the girl in the courtyard, his originally indifferent expression changing slightly. He also glanced at Zhang Wu and Wang Li lying in the courtyard, then walked up to the girl with big strides, his expression softening as he asked: "Qing Ge, what's going on?"