Chapter 7: Acting?

Once Ming Feng had finished tidying up, Qing Yun walked onto the carriage with a calm expression. Since Ming Feng knew the way to the Prime Minister’s residence, why should she bother following behind others?

Ming Feng drove the carriage with an expressionless face.

Behind them, Mu Yueling glanced at Bei Mingcheng and Bei Minghao, then cupped his hands in a salute: "Your Highness the Crown Prince, Prince Yun, this old official will take his leave."

Bei Mingcheng looked at him: "Take care, Prime Minister." However, his gaze remained fixed on the direction in which Qing Yun’s carriage had departed. The look that flashed in his eyes was something anyone could understand: it was a look of absolute determination!

As for Bei Minghao, his eyes held the purest form of admiration. He admired that woman’s indifference; he admired her composure in the face of crisis; he admired her backbone of pride; and he admired her lazy yet cold temperament.

"Yes." Mu Yueling turned and entered the carriage with the Prime Minister’s wife. Mu Qingxin had already been carried away to treat her injuries; one had to know that although Ming Feng hadn't used his full strength in that kick, it was enough to cause internal injuries to a sheltered young lady.

Meanwhile, a flash of malice crossed Mu Qinglan’s eyes, which were hidden by her hair! Mu Qingyun, you don't know what's good for you! Don't blame me for being heartless and unjust!

Inside the carriage, Qing Yun nibbled on the pastries on the table. She lifted the curtain and discovered that the sky had already been stained by the color of night: "Ming Feng, what are Bei Minghao and Bei Mingcheng like?"

"Bei Minghao prefers white robes, is gentle and elegant, has a mild temperament, loves fine food, and cares little for power. Bei Mingcheng is sinister and vicious, has a volatile personality, and is cruel." With just a single sentence, he described the differences in their characters and conduct.

Qing Yun closed her eyes and listened, her fingers tapping on the table. Thinking of the way Bei Mingcheng had looked at her, she couldn't help but shake her head. She was never afraid of trouble, but trouble always seemed to seek her out.

Meanwhile, the gentle, water-like eyes Mu Qinglan had worn since boarding the carriage instantly transformed into something sinister and vicious. Mu Qingyun, I will absolutely not let you off like this!

The journey was silent, each harboring their own thoughts.

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As soon as they arrived at the Prime Minister’s residence, Qing Yun stepped off the carriage. She glanced at everyone present and used telepathy to tell Ming Feng: "Have the secret guards take the carriage away."

Upon hearing this, Ming Feng flew off.

Seeing this, Qing Yun prepared to leave, but Mu Yueling called out to her: "Qing Yun, who was that young man just now?" The glint of greed that flashed in his eyes did not escape Qing Yun’s notice.

Qing Yun lazily raised an eyebrow: "What about him?" Heh, so soon he was already plotting against her? She had overestimated his ability to restrain himself!

"Uh... is he your guard?" Mu Yueling paused when he met Qing Yun’s gaze, but thinking of the young man’s skills from earlier, he asked anyway.

A guard? Qing Yun’s brow twitched. Have you ever seen such a badass guard? Furthermore, calling the head of the four young masters of the Piaomiao Pavilion a "guard" was a blatant insult to Ming Feng! Mu Yueling, you are so talented! You have such a keen eye! "That’s right." Ming Feng, oh Ming Feng, for the sake of your master’s plan, just suffer the grievance of being a guard for a while.

Mu Yueling’s eyes lit up: "I wonder if this father could exchange a few people for him, how about that?" If he was just a guard, that was fine! If he wasn't, he could just be bought off.

The corner of Qing Yun’s mouth twitched violently, and she struggled to suppress her laughter. Exchange Ming Feng? This was too hilarious! "No need." She hadn't expected this old fox to target her on the very first day!

Uh!

When the Prime Minister’s wife heard this, she looked at Qing Yun with disgust and said disdainfully: "The Master is willing to trade with you, that is him doing you a favor! Besides, what kind of future can that guard have following you?" This damned brat! She actually hurt Qingxin! They were at the Prime Minister’s residence now! She wouldn't let her get away with it.

Qing Yun sneered in disdain: "I don't need his so-called favor! And can an ordinary guard even compare to Ming Feng? So put away those thoughts of yours!" After saying this, Qing Yun turned and left, leaving the group standing there in the wind, disheveled.

The Prime Minister’s wife gritted her teeth where she stood. For some reason, ever since she first saw this brat, she felt an unprecedented sense of crisis! It was as if something had slipped out of her control! She! Absolutely would not allow it! A poisonous scheme formed in her mind as she stared fixedly at Qing Yun’s back. Qing Yun felt the malicious gaze behind her and curled her lips in disdain.