Chapter 4: Heading Back Home 2

"Bang!" The consequence of saying those words was that her master ruthlessly crushed the teacup in his hand! Qingyun curled her lips coldly, her eyebrows arching slightly: "'Fireworks in April'? Isn't that a property under my name? What is he doing there?" Mo Zexi! You’ve got some nerve! Just you wait! Hmph!

"Eating and living for free." A drop of sweat seemed to drip from Ming Feng's head.

"Is that so?" Qingyun’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Mo Zexi! You dare not pay? And you're eating and living for free? You’ve grown quite bold! "Let's go, follow me to 'Fireworks in April' and drag him out!" With that, Qingyun stood up and walked out.

Ming Feng followed silently behind Qingyun, mourning for Mo Zexi in his heart more than once. *Master Mo, there’s nothing I can do; I don't have the guts to defy the Master's orders!*

The master and servant duo went off in such a grand manner to 'Fireworks in April' to catch someone!

However, it seemed the heavens were sympathetic to Mo Zexi. Before the two of them could even leave the private room, Qingyun’s nominal, cheap father had already brought the whole family to 'Maple Bridge Night Mooring.' They were preparing to take Qingyun back to the Prime Minister's residence. Of course, the bigger question was how she had the money to stay at 'Maple Bridge Night Mooring.'

"Where is Mu Qingyun?" As soon as Mu Yueling entered 'Maple Bridge Night Mooring,' he grabbed a waiter and put on his Prime Minister airs, interrogating him.

The waiter was, after all, trained by Ming Yu of the Misty Pavilion; he remained unfazed. He removed Mu Yueling’s hand from his collar, stepped back, and replied neither servilely nor overbearingly: "This establishment has no right to disclose the privacy of our guests."

"What did you say? Are you lying through your teeth?" The Prime Minister’s wife’s shrill voice made Qingyun reach up to dig at her ears.

"If you are here to dine, our establishment welcomes you. If you are here to cause trouble, then I apologize, but we have no authority to disclose guest information." The waiter’s expression remained indifferent, refusing to break the rules regardless of the visitors' status.

Mu Qingxin had the most arrogant temper and immediately snapped, "Hmph! Doesn't that Mu Qingyun live here? Tell us where she is!" This piece of trash actually didn't return to the Prime Minister's residence after coming back to the capital! She even had to come find her; she really must be tired of living!

"If the young lady is here to cause trouble, the door is that way." The waiter immediately issued an eviction order, pointing toward the exit.

"You...!" Mu Qingxin wanted to say more, but Mu Qinglan, who had been silent until now, pulled her hand. Mu Qinglan wore a gentle smile: "Waiter, may I ask if there is a guest named Mu Qingyun staying here? She is my younger sister. She just returned from abroad, and we only just heard she was staying here, so we came over. I apologize to you on behalf of my sister and father, but may I ask, is Qingyun staying here?"

Hearing this, a faint look of disdain appeared on Qingyun’s face. This woman would definitely be an Oscar-winning actress in the 21st century! Her schemes were truly deep; with just a few simple sentences, she had reversed all the rude behavior of Mu Qingxin and that old fox, Mu Yueling.

What Mu Qinglan said was very effective. If it were any other waiter, they might have surrendered, but this was someone trained by that person known as the "pervert," Ming Yu. The waiter maintained his indifferent expression and tone, repeating the same words: "Apologies, we cannot disclose guest information without the guest's permission."

"Hmph! Speak! What excuses are you making? Mu Qingyun is staying here, isn't she?" Mu Qingxin once again ruined Mu Qinglan's plan.

Up in the private room, Qingyun frowned. Even if she didn't care, she couldn't just watch people cause trouble on her turf! Moreover, the commotion from the group below had already attracted the attention of everyone present!

"Prime Minister, how is it that I didn't know you had a daughter staying here?" Amidst the crowd’s expectant gazes, Bei Minghao walked slowly down the stairs. Dressed in white robes and holding a silk fan, he wore a gentle smile as he observed the situation.

Seeing Bei Minghao, Mu Yueling was startled and immediately knelt: "This subject pays respects to the Prince." *Why is the Prince here?* he wondered.

"Pay respects to the Prince."

"Pay respects to the Prince."

"Pay respects to the Prince."

Bei Minghao nodded: "Rise. I wonder, which of the Prime Minister's daughters is staying here?" *How strange! Aren't his two daughters right behind him? Why would he be looking for a daughter?*

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"This..." Mu Yueling hesitated, but Mu Qingxin, who was already blushing and heart-fluttering, spoke up: "Replying to the Prince, it is my fifth younger sister, Mu Qingyun."

*That voice...* Qingyun frowned. *Can this woman go somewhere else to be in heat? Don't dirty my territory!*

Hearing Mu Qingxin’s words, a flash of surprise crossed Bei Minghao’s face. He then looked at Mu Qingxin, masking the disgust in his heart: "Oh? The Fifth Young Lady?" *Wasn't this Fifth Young Lady driven out of the capital six years ago under pressure from the Empress Dowager? Could it be? She’s back?*

"Replying to the Prince, yes." Seeing Bei Minghao looking at her, Mu Qingxin’s face immediately flushed red as she spoke.

...

They were chatting back and forth below quite leisurely, but Qingyun’s expression gradually darkened. Ming Feng was trembling in fear beside her!

Just as Bei Minghao was about to ask another question, the voice of the Crown Prince, Bei Mingcheng, drifted down from the second floor: "Oh? The Fifth Young Lady of the Prime Minister's residence? The one who was driven out of the Imperial City six years ago?"