At last, when they knew about the feud between Zhao Mu and Han Yan, and saw Yuan Tianbo’s relieved expression and Xifan’s smug smirk, they realized that Fourth Miss Zhao hadn’t gone mad.
Obviously, they had all perford a great act together, successfully digging a huge pit and burying the playboy Eldest Young Master Mu deeply.
"Alas, this Eldest Young Master Mu! Why doesn’t he have any brains at all? He didn’t even notice a single clue." Everyone’s look towards Mu Hanyan was far more filled with disappointnt than sympathy.
They didn’t know the details of these people, so they hadn’t noticed that sothing was amiss. Once they realized, and thought back, they found that there were many flaws in the situation—at least Chen Xifan had been too enthusiastic.
There’s sothing odd about abnormalities. How could Eldest Young Master Mu not understand this? Besides, he had a prior conflict with Yuan Tianbo and had used the sa thod to trick others once before. How could he not use his brain and allow others to trick him back using the sa thod?
No wonder he was considered a playboy and a hopeless case!
"Are you saying this is a quail egg?" Mu Hanyan had just realized that his previous guess was not entirely correct. The true mastermind behind the scenes was not Yuan Tianbo, but Fourth Miss Zhao.
However, she was also a bit puzzled. With her experience from two lifetis, coupled with Qu Shanling’s unique perspective, she couldn’t identify the authenticity of the so-called griffin egg. She was more inclined towards the possibility of it being genuine. How could Fourth Miss Zhao be so sure it was fake, and so absurdly fake at that?
Quail eggs? Since when did quail eggs look like this? Could it be that what she had eaten before weren’t quail eggs but griffin eggs?
"Indeed, this is an unequivocal quail egg, Mu Hanyan. Now you’ve been made a fool, hahahaha." Zhou Qi also jumped out, laughing triumphantly.
The Zhou family was not comparable to the Zhao family in strength, so over the years, while Fourth Miss Zhao dealt with Mu Hanyan, Zhou Qi spent most of the ti hiding behind her. He finally saw Mu Hanyan suffer a great loss and couldn’t help but jump in.
"Ten thousand taels, ah, even without the extras, it’s still ten thousand taels! Even for a large family like the Mu Family, ten thousand taels is not a small amount, and to think—you bought a quail egg! This is killing , hahaha." Fourth Miss Zhao thought more and more about it and laughed uproariously.
Sotis, being too happy too soon is not a good thing. But at this mont, Fourth Miss Zhao and Zhou Qi obviously didn’t understand this principle.
A pair of treacherous adulterers! Mu Hanyan looked down on the two people who were jumping around as if manic, and cursed inwardly.
Not just Mu Hanyan, even the onlookers were becoming impatient with these two’s behaviors. The last ti Mu Hanyan tricked Yuan Tianbo was indeed a coincidence, as she was rely driven by opportunism and did it very cleverly.
And today’s drama, from beginning to end, was entirely plotted by these people. It started with Xifan stirring up trouble, followed by Yuan Tianbo pouring fuel on the fire, and Xifan continuing to agitate from the background. The real mastermind, however, had waited until the last mont to appear. Acting so despicably at such a young age, what would they beco when grown up?
Mu Hanyan looked at the so-called quail egg again. Fourth Miss Zhao and Zhou Qi were so pleased with themselves, one could assu they were not lying. But where had they found such a strangely parented quail egg?
"No need to look anymore, this egg is indeed from a griffin, produced by our Zhengying Academy’s treasure trove. However, after my uncle’s evaluation, its lineage is not pure, being a hybrid of a griffin and a quail. Even if it hatches, it won’t be a griffin but a quail," Zhao Sinin stepped forward and said boastfully.
At a joyful occasion like this, how could he let his goddess share the lilight with another man, even if that man was just a kid. Uncle Zhao still had a strong sense of crisis.
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