The King's Consort Who Bathes in Fire

  The clear song naturally knew that the boy had been there all along, but Mu Zong Pei didn't know. After so many years in the imperial court, he was already a master of observing facial expressions and body language. This boy, although dressed in tattered clothes, had an air of nobility in his innocent eyes that couldn't be concealed. It seemed like he had been standing there for a long time. Mu Zong Pei's own martial arts skills were not bad, but he hadn't sensed the boy's presence even after entering the courtyard for so long. The boy's internal energy must be superior to his. At such a young age, it was already at this level - unless his family had hired a great master or he had taken some kind of medicinal pill, it would be difficult to achieve this level. Of course, there was also someone in the Da Yong Empire who had exceptional martial arts skills and internal energy from a young age - that was the Qian King, but now he was already twenty-two years old.

  Mu Zong Pei looked at Mu Chang Feng's expression again, perhaps this could be a child from a noble family who had gone missing, someone who would make Chang Feng come out to investigate. If not royalty or nobility, it would definitely be a high-ranking official. Suddenly, he weighed the possibilities in his mind, and Mu Zong Pei's expression also changed several times.

  The movement in the courtyard just now, this boy probably saw it all. He can enter Qingge's yard, and Qingge should know him. Although he is a young boy, he may be the legitimate son of the family, if the political enemies in the court find out about this, it will inevitably lead to trouble. It's better to be careful. After weighing the pros and cons, Mu Zongpei's expression suddenly changed.

  In his heart, he was thinking of a hundred things, but on the surface, not a hint was revealed. With a stern and serious expression, as a father should be, he said: "Qing Ge, today's matter is not right for the main wife. The affairs between Zi Ru and Rong Rong are just sisterly rivalry. I've been busy with state affairs and only now found out. I didn't expect the main wife to be so cruel to you, making you live in such a courtyard. Tomorrow, I'll have someone move you to the Xiang Garden on the east side. What do you think?"

  Qing Ge's eyes, like mist-shrouded ice, gazed coldly at everything in front of her. Mu Zong Pei had been silent until now, but after Mu Chang Feng noticed the boy, his attitude changed. The key was still on that boy's body. His eyes were dim, and he said, "I've lived here for so many years, I'm used to it, no need."

  Why? If it were the former Meiqing, she would be very happy, but she won't. She has enjoyed wealth and glory in her previous life, and is not interested in these things now. Moreover, they are not sincere, so there is no need to pretend.

  On this side, Mu Zongpei observed quickly, on the other side, Qin Yanlian was also moving her thoughts rapidly. However, as a woman who had been confined to the house all day, her thoughts were completely opposite to Mu Zongpei's. At this moment, her heart was filled with anger. When she heard that Old Master wanted Qingge to live in the best Xingyuan, and her own daughter had asked for half a day but was not allowed, she pulled out the guard's dagger beside her and was about to rush forward.

  A bright blade was drawn, a sharp sound cut through the calm atmosphere in the courtyard, Qing Ge immediately pulled Ping Er behind her, on full alert. Mu Chang Feng watched his sister's action, feeling a surge of joy in his heart, although her personality had changed, she was still the kind and gentle sister he once knew.

  Before Madame could rush forward, Mu Zongpei looked at her with a frown and rushed over to grab her hand, "Don't be so impulsive!"

  His eyes had hidden whirlpools, and though his words were soft, everyone could hear the deep-seated anger beneath.

  This stupid woman, now still drawing her sword, doesn't even know how to read the situation. Mu Zongpei scolded fiercely in his heart.

  "Old master, don't stop me! This cheap thing dared to hit Zi Ru today and injured my two guards. I must take care of her!" Qin Yanlian's last bit of sanity collapsed when Mu Zong pulled her back. She had been hurt repeatedly today, and as someone who was used to being in charge alone in the mansion, how could she tolerate it? Without any image, she flailed her arms with force, a hairpin falling off with her intense movements, making her look like a wild chicken with peacock feathers, extremely common and ugly. She shouted loudly, "Let me go! I want to kill that cheap thing! How dare she hit Zi Ru..."

  "Bang!"

  Mu Zongpei raised his large palm and slapped Qin Yanlian's face fiercely, instantly slapping her to the ground.

  Fang Qing'er let out a startled cry, her hands covering her mouth in fear. How scary! She had never seen Master Fang get so angry before. But this anger wasn't directed at her, so that was good. A pair of beautiful eyes shone with light as Fang Qing'er watched from the side with a mixture of shock and delight.

  Qin Yanlian's mouth immediately had fresh blood flowing out, she sat on the ground covering her face, her luxurious brocade clothes stained with mud, her face full of incredulity, staring at Mu Zongpei with wide eyes, "Husband, you actually hit me..." After being married for so many years, even if Mu Zongpei didn't like her, he had never laid a hand on her, but today, why did he hit her...

  Mu Zongpei's eyebrows furrowed, and her sharp eyes scanned Qin Yelian, who was sitting on the ground. Looking at her disheveled appearance and ferocious expression, Mu Zongpei couldn't help but feel nauseous. "You're the one I'm going to beat! You've been saying that Qingge is a lowly breed, Qingge is my daughter. Have you ever thought about it? If she's a lowly breed, what am I? Scolding her is equivalent to scolding me. All these years, you've been secretly mistreating Qingge behind my back, and I didn't know because I was busy with state affairs. But today, I see everything clearly. How did the scars on Qingge's body come about? You know it in your heart!"

  Qin Yanlian's eyes gradually became misty, she knew that Master must have known about Mu Qingge's affair. Rubbing her aching face, she shouted hoarsely: "And what about when she hit Zi Ru? She beat Zi Ru until her face was covered in blood, why did she hit Zi Ru?"

  "I was just about to say, Zi Ru's temperament is all your doing. She's notorious for being arrogant outside and can't even get along with her sisters at home. This time is a lesson! If it continues like this, I'll start to doubt your ability. Can't even manage a daughter properly, how can you manage the vast Mu Manor?" Mu Zong Pei flicked his sleeve and said no more, turning away from Qin Yanlian who was lying on the ground.

  Qin Yanlian's face turned white as she heard the last sentence. The meaning of this sentence was that if she dared to say another word, and dared to provoke Master Lao again, the position of the mistress of the Mu mansion would be replaced by someone else, who would be Fang Qing'er, that sly fox. When Qin Yanlian saw Fang Qing'er's triumphant expression, her heart was filled with anger and urgency, and with the addition of the slap, she felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on her chest. Suddenly, she spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes rolled back, and she fell to the ground with a thud, fainting away.

  Qin Mu looked at his sister falling on the side, wanting to go forward, and measured the expression of his brother-in-law, Wu Zong Pei, hesitating not daring to move forward.

  No one in the courtyard went to help Qin Yelian, who had fallen to the ground. The majestic Mrs. Mu, covered in mud and bloodstains, looked utterly disheveled.

  Mu Zongpei didn't even glance at Qin Yelian, who had fallen behind him. Instead, he smiled warmly at Qing Ge, his eyes filled with curiosity and scrutiny. For many years, he hadn't really looked at this daughter of his, but now she had transformed into a vision of elegance, causing his gaze to deepen involuntarily. She was so like... really too like... His sharp eyes narrowed slightly - was this resemblance a good thing or a bad one?

  "Get out!" The cold voice came from Qing Ge's mouth, her eyes gleaming with a deadly chill. "You want to fight, you want to make trouble, you want to live or die, but don't do it in my courtyard!" What Zhuo Zong Pei was doing, who she was putting on an act for, and who she was fighting were all irrelevant to her, as long as they didn't do it on her turf.