Seeing Mu Cheng like that, after Ye Lan Feng spoke, he probably wouldn’t dare to pull any tricks again, which was actually good news for her. In fact, it wasn’t just about not daring to pull tricks; he would probably be overly eager to please. She had really dug a mighty fine pit for Mu Cheng, haha.
"Yes, yes, please rest assured, Master, I will definitely follow Elder Brother’s guidance in the future and will never let you down," Mu Cheng hastily scrambled up the pole since the titles of "Master" and "Elder Brother" had already been spoken.
Ye Lan Feng didn’t say anything more but turned to look at Mu Hanyan, gave a slight smile, then nodded her head and floated away.
Watching Ye Lan Feng’s receding figure, Mu Hanyan didn’t take his eyes off her for a long time, his mind seemingly somewhere else.
"Elder Brother, I hope you’ll take good care of me from now on," Mu Cheng ingratiatingly buttered him up, interrupting Mu Hanyan’s thoughts.
"What ’Elder Brother’? He hasn’t accepted you as a disciple yet. And, about the ’trash’ mentioned earlier, I wonder who that could be?" Mu Hanyan glared at Mu Cheng irritably.
"Uh... I wasn’t talking about you." Mu Cheng then remembered he had been too focused on usurping power and had inadvertently used Mu Hanyan as a stepping stone, he quickly denied it with a smile, though it sounded very much like a guilty plea despite no actual accusation.
"Forget it, I’m not going to hold it against you. Just don’t oppose me in the future, that would be enough," Mu Hanyan said lazily, not bothering to get angry with him. He touched the cloak on his body and then at this moment was surprised to discover that the deep, bone-deep wound had already healed. The newly grown skin was white and smooth, even more delicate than a baby’s.
What kind of elixir was this, so miraculous? Mu Hanyan, having lived two lifetimes and even once reaching the Sword Saint Realm, had never seen such a Healing Holy Medicine. He couldn’t help but feel astonished and became even more curious about Ye Lan Feng’s identity.
"Now that we’ll be fellow disciples under the same Master, how dare I oppose you anymore? Besides, haven’t I been very obedient these past days?" Mu Cheng tried to appease him.
"Hm, that is true." Mu Hanyan thought it over and couldn’t figure out Ye Lan Feng’s identity, so he no longer troubled himself with it and nodded, then said, "Also, in the future, don’t mingle with people like Fourth Miss Zhao, it’s not good for you."
"This..." Mu Cheng hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly said, "Brother Han Yan, Fourth Miss Zhao just has a child’s temperament, don’t take her so seriously. She’s actually kind and gentle. You’ll understand her better later." This text is hosted at novel⸺fire.net
Hmph, understand her better? Mu Hanyan scoffed coldly. It was precisely because he knew too much about Fourth Miss Zhao that he understood what kind of person she was. Fickle as water, heart like a scorpion, stop at nothing to achieve her ends, willing to trade anything. Only someone as infatuated as Mu Cheng would claim she was kind and gentle.
"Really? I don’t know how much sweet talk she gave you, but the unclear entanglements she has with Zhou Huacheng and Zhao Sinin, are those also the results of her being kind and gentle?" Mu Hanyan said sarcastically.
"Brother Han Yan, for family members like us, many things are beyond our control. For the interests of the family, we often have to submit. I think she must have her inevitable hardships, and at heart, she is still good," Mu Cheng said with eyes brimming with tenderness and firm conviction as he spoke of Fourth Miss Zhao.
Mu Hanyan had intended to say more, but seeing Mu Cheng’s affectionate and determined gaze, he changed his mind.