Chapter 13: Metamorphosis: An Mujin, Do Not Bully! [1]

“Do not panic,” An Mujin said calmly, her voice low.

She approached the stove, picked up a spoon, and gave the medicine in the pot a slight stir before rising from the ground unhurriedly.

“Stay here. Do not move, do not listen, and do not look.” An Mujin knew that those outside came with ill intent. A flicker of emotion flashed in her eyes as she turned her back to Qing'er and gave her instructions in a soft voice.

Immediately after, she quietly opened the door to the woodshed and stepped out.

Seeing An Mujin leave, Qing'er's heart leapt into her throat. Although she wanted to follow, her body was currently powerless to do so. She did not want to be a burden to An Mujin, so she could only obey her instructions.

Do not move, do not listen, do not look...

“Mother, that useless girl is inside!” An Jinmo charged ahead, standing at the entrance of the woodshed with a flash of disgust in her eyes.

This place was truly filthy and wretched.

“Someone, go in and drag that useless girl out!” The Second Madam led a group of people, charging toward the woodshed with aggressive momentum.

Hearing her daughter speak this way, she was even more impatient to command the servants, wanting nothing more than to make An Mujin suffer quickly.

“Yes!” The group behind her responded, rushing toward the woodshed entrance with murderous intent.

*Creak—*

Just as the servants were about to kick the door open, someone beat them to it and opened the door first.

The door opened slightly, and An Mujin stepped out from within, causing everyone to freeze for a moment.

The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was An Mujin's characteristically calm expression. Following that was her long, beautiful hair cascading down to her waist; there were no hair ornaments atop her head, her hair merely being lightly gathered up.

An innate beauty that required no additives—these two points alone were enough to draw everyone's gaze entirely toward her.

Furthermore, because An Mujin had used a bit of spiritual power to alter the medicine, her complexion was unavoidably somewhat pale.

It was precisely this pale complexion that further emphasized An Mujin's fragility. In an instant, the servants who had originally come to seize her were at a loss as to what to do.

If they truly laid hands on a frail woman, wouldn't that make them look utterly lacking in grace?

Moreover, no matter how unfavored An Mujin was, she was still the Eldest Miss of the An family.

“What are you standing there for! Grab her!” An Jinmo was the most lucid among the crowd. Seeing that the servants were not only failing to act against An Mujin but were instead staring blankly, she couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation.

Regarding An Mujin's change, it wasn't that she wasn't surprised—it was simply that she had already finished being surprised.