Chapter 6: Returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion 2

Qing Yun listened to Mu Yueling’s words, stood with her hands behind her back, and curled her lips enchantingly: "Father? I, Qing Yun, am an orphan; where would I have a father from?" Heh! If he wants her to act as a substitute for someone, he won't be called Qing Yun if she doesn't make him bleed for it!

Orphan? Mu Yueling’s face darkened the moment he heard those two words, and he spoke in a deep voice: "Qing Yun! Stop being difficult with your father! Hurry back to the Prime Minister’s Manor! What does it look like for a young girl to be living in an inn?"

Mu Qinglan also spoke softly: "Fifth Sister, Father sent you away back then only to protect you. You shouldn't blame Father. Fifth Sister has always been obedient and thoughtful since childhood; you will forgive Father, right?" This piece of trash! If it weren't for that fool, how could this woman have possibly returned?

A flash of murderous intent crossed Qing Yun’s eyes. This woman is quite calculating! If she says no, then she is being unfilial to her father and disrespectful to her elders; if she says yes, then she has to go back! But she is Qing Yun, not Mu Qing Yun. Did she think she, Qing Yun, would care about such things?! Qing Yun raised her eyebrows in disdain: "And who are you? What qualifications do you have to lecture me, Qing Yun?"

Instantly, it was as if Mu Qinglan had been slapped hard across the face!

Seeing Qing Yun act this way, Mu Qingxin walked up to her, raised her hand, and wanted to slap Qing Yun. Bei Minghao, seeing this, was startled and wanted to intervene, but Yi’s movements were faster than his. Almost at the same time Mu Qingxin raised her hand, Yi rushed in front of Qing Yun, blocked Mu Qingxin’s hand, and slapped her across the face.

With a "slap," a handprint instantly appeared on Mu Qingxin’s face!

At the same time, Yi knelt on one knee before Qing Yun, stunning everyone!

Yi was blaming himself; he had almost let his master be struck on his own turf. If the four young masters found out, he wouldn't even know how he died! But this poor child seemed to have forgotten that there were very few people in this world who could hurt Qing Yun; how could a mere woman possibly harm her?

"Ah! You dare hit me?!" Mu Qingxin reacted and screamed, wanting to kick Yi.

Qing Yun frowned, her eyes narrowing coldly: "Ming Feng!" Is this Mu Qingxin tired of living? She actually dared to touch her people!

Hearing this, Ming Feng moved swiftly, kicking Mu Qingxin with such speed that others only saw a black shadow flash by. Mu Qingxin flew out, and Ming Feng returned behind Qing Yun.

Everyone looked at this in astonishment.

"Ah!" Mu Qingxin slammed into a pillar and cried out in pain, her eyes staring fixedly at Qing Yun.

And what about Qing Yun at this moment?

Qing Yun’s gaze fell on Yi. Sitting in her chair, her faint voice drifted out: "Don't let it happen again!"

Those four words alone caused Yi’s tense nerves to relax, and he stood up.

Seeing Yi stand, Qing Yun looked at Mu Qingxin—who was already being helped up—with lazy, smiling eyes. Her voice was bone-chilling, carrying gusts of cold wind: "Is someone like you, Mu Qingxin, capable of touching my people?"

What?

What did she say?

Her people?

"Sister, stop making a scene!" Mu Qinglan supported Mu Qingxin, a flash of shrewdness in her eyes. "Sister, the blow has been struck, and the anger has been vented. Can we go back to the manor with Father now?"

Qing Yun’s eyes flickered slightly, and she stroked her chin with one hand. Retreating to advance? What a calculation! If she says no now, all the blame will be hers. Although she, Qing Yun, is not a kind person, she certainly won't let herself be bullied, right? "Go back? Fine!" It’s just changing the place where she sleeps; what’s the big deal! She doesn't care!

Just as the joy became apparent on Mu Yueling and his party's faces, Qing Yun changed the subject: "However, I have two conditions!"

"What conditions? Speak!" Mu Yueling’s expression looked a bit better as he looked at Qing Yun and asked.

"First, hand over the 'Flower Soul' to me!" Qing Yun spoke without hesitation. The 'Flower Soul' was a type of needle; when paired with the poison she concocted, it would be absolutely seamless! It was just that she hadn't been able to find it until now. Since there was an opportunity to get it, she naturally wouldn't let it pass!

"No..." Before he could finish, he was interrupted.

"Second, you are not allowed to restrict my freedom." Qing Yun said expressionlessly, her lazy, smiling eyes looking at Mu Yueling. She was forcing him! She wanted to see if he would really keep his two precious daughters and give up the 'Flower Soul'!

The Prime Minister’s wife looked at Qing Yun with disdain, then stepped forward and took Mu Yueling’s arm: "My lord, wouldn't it be fine to just agree to what she says?" Once they returned to the Prime Minister’s Manor! Hmph!

Bei Minghao and Bei Mingcheng had remained aloof throughout, while Qing Yun’s expression remained indifferent, as if she weren't the one who had posed the questions.

Mu Yueling frowned and pondered for a long while before looking at Qing Yun with a meaningful gaze. Finally, he sighed: "Fine. If you can come back with your father, whatever you want, your father will surely give you." That posture, that expression—it looked exactly like a doting, kind father.

Qing Yun was not at all surprised by this answer. She simply stood up and looked around: "I hope you can keep your word!" She turned around, a triumphant smile curling on her lips: "Ming Feng, pack up. We’re leaving."

"Yes!"