"You won’t come to see me, so can’t I come to see you?" Fourth Miss Zhao pouted as she spoke. It was this charming demeanor that completely captivated Mu Cheng.
"I’m sorry, I actually wanted to come see you too, but I was worried..." Mu Cheng was full of guilt but didn’t know how to explain. Every time he saw Fourth Miss Zhao, his heart would race uncontrollably, and he wanted to be with her. However, when they were actually together, he would become so nervous that he was all thumbs and even felt ashamed of himself. So unless there was something very important, or if Fourth Miss Zhao took the initiative to find him, he really dared not meet her casually.
"There’s no need to explain, I understand. By the way, it must have been dangerous on the road, were you hurt?" Fourth Miss Zhao comforted him gently, then asked with concern.
"No, I wasn’t hurt." Feeling the concern in her words, Mu Cheng was both guilty and touched, and he even stuttered a bit as he spoke.
"It’s chilly at night, why don’t you come and sit for a while?" Seeing that Fourth Miss Zhao was only wearing light clothes, Mu Cheng said sympathetically.
"There’s no need, you know very well that Mu Hanyan and I are like fire and water. I don’t want to go there and be ridiculed by him." Fourth Miss Zhao spoke petulantly, like a child who hadn’t grown up, completely lacking the charm and allure she exhibited in front of others. Follow current novels on novèlfire.net
To Mu Cheng, she really knew too well, the more she put on this spoiled demeanor, the more it turned his head.
"Actually, Brother Han Yan is not so petty; it’s just a misunderstanding. Let me explain to him properly and it will be fine." Mu Cheng, completely captivated by her feigned petulance, thought about the grievances she had suffered under Mu Hanyan’s hand over the past half-year and felt even more distressed.
"Forget it, don’t bother explaining to him. We have been at odds since we were children, his prejudice against me is deep-seated, your explanation won’t change anything," Fourth Miss Zhao said despondently.
"No, I must convince him, so that you two can reconcile," Mu Cheng said firmly. He seemed to forget that Mu Hanyan and Fourth Miss Zhao had been at odds since their very first meeting as children and had never gotten along. How could they possibly reconcile?
"Let’s not talk about her anymore. Here are some Elixirs, given to me by my grandfather just before I left. They are said to be the Divine Pills that the Zhao Family has treasured for a thousand years, called Bone Marrow Transformation Pills, and are very beneficial for enhancing cultivation," Fourth Miss Zhao, clearly not believing Mu Cheng’s words, took out a porcelain bottle and handed it to him.
"I can’t accept this; these were given to you by your grandfather." The porcelain bottle still carried a faint warmth from her touch, and Mu Cheng was so moved that his hands were shaking.
"Why split hairs over this now? Don’t you know how I feel about you? The Exotic Beasts have all vanished, and no one from Zhengying Academy has come yet. Who knows what dangers lie ahead? Even if it’s just for me, you should enhance your strength and take care of yourself," Fourth Miss Zhao said warmly.
"You are so good to me, if I, Mu Cheng, ever fail you in this life, may I be doomed to die a dreadful death," Mu Cheng said, unable to restrain himself as he took Fourth Miss Zhao’s hand, tears nearly escaping his eyes. Now, even if Fourth Miss Zhao asked him to die, he would have no complaints.
Of course, Fourth Miss Zhao wouldn’t ask him to die; she wished death upon Mu Hanyan. In her eyes, Mu Cheng was just a pawn to be used.
She knew Mu Cheng’s personality, a bit foolish but with his own convictions. It was possible to ask him to die, and in the past, minor skirmishes to enlist his help against Mu Hanyan were possible too, but asking him to harm Mu Hanyan’s life was absolutely out of the question. Thus, she had to take a roundabout way and let Mu Cheng fall into her trap on his own.