However, Mu Hanyan wasn’t at all angry. When it came to scheming, it was uncertain who was outsmarting whom. Had she not known about his future achievements, Mu Hanyan would have been delighted to throw away this hot potato. But now, given how eagerly he was sticking to her, how could she reject his good intentions?
The only thing that didn’t sit well with her was the way he threw bashful glances at her with those watery eyes. It was so cringe-worthy, she couldn’t stand it. It made her wonder if he had the legendary fondness for the same sex.
"Alright, just stop looking at me like that. You just want me to act as your shield, and I’ll do just that," Mu Hanyan said nonchalantly, avoiding his gaze.
"It’s no wonder you are known as Young Master Mu Siyi, the number one playboy of Heishi City. Such a great spirit indeed," Jiang Yuzhe immediately retracted his flirtatious glances and gave a genuine thumbs up.
Was this really a compliment, or was it a subtle insult? Three black lines appeared on Mu Hanyan’s forehead.
"How much do you know about Yan Yuchu?" Mu Hanyan was about to lose her temper, but thinking about the origin of this nickname, she reluctantly held it back, resigned to her fate, and returned to the main topic.
Initially, she just wanted to save Mu Ziqing and shut up those who wanted to mock her, but now, knowing the wonder of the Yan Family Technique, she couldn’t help being intrigued.
"Yan Yuchu, sixteen years old, Sword Master First Rank," Jiang Yuzhe put away his frivolous demeanor and spoke seriously.
"What!" Mu Hanyan was shocked, almost thinking there was a problem with her ears.
A sixteen-year-old Sword Master wasn’t unheard of in the thousands of years, even longer, history of the Holy Court Continent, but they were exceedingly rare, definitely a rarity. Even she, in her previous life, had only reached the Sword Master Realm just before turning seventeen.
No wonder Yan Yuchu, at just sixteen, was appointed as a City Lord; his strength was indeed formidable.
"Are you scared?" Jiang Yuzhe seemed quite eager to see Mu Hanyan embarrassed, his tone teasing.
"Don’t joke, have you forgotten who we are? We’re playboys, do playboys get scared? It’s just a Sword Master, what’s the big deal? Tomorrow, we’ll go save my uncle. If he dares to complain, we’ll beat him till even his mother won’t recognize him," Mu Hanyan boasted with a typical reckless playboy arrogance.
"Are you serious?" Jiang Yuzhe looked at Mu Hanyan skeptically. Her previous actions had completely overturned his prior understanding of her. If he still believed that this brazen, arrogant, seemingly fearless person before him was an ignorant playboy, he would be the real fool.
"Do I look like I’m joking?" Mu Hanyan gave Jiang Yuzhe a sidelong glance and said.
"Well, I really want to see how you are going to rescue your uncle. By the way, I wasn’t guessing—your uncle is indeed in Yan Yuchu’s hands. If you manage to rescue him, maybe I’ll sincerely pledge my loyalty to you," Jiang Yuzhe said, resting his chin in his hand, still somewhat doubtful. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novelFɪre.net
"Alright then, go back and rest early. We’ll have a good show to watch tomorrow," Mu Hanyan yawned and stretched, her demeanor relaxed and comfortable, as though she didn’t take the Sword Master strength of Yan Yuchu seriously at all.
After saying this, Mu Hanyan walked outside.
"Wait, what about the Sword Technique Fragment?" Jiang Yuzhe called out to Mu Hanyan.
"What fragment? What fragment could I possibly have?" Mu Hanyan rolled her eyes. Clearly, he was just using her as a scapegoat, and even if she did have a Sword Technique Fragment, she wouldn’t give it to him now.
"No, but didn’t you say..." Jiang Yuzhe asked angrily.