That night, Mu Ge lay on the rocking chair in the courtyard, still thinking about the person she saw in the forest of Purple Sun Academy during the day.
At this mont, besides You He and Hua Yue, there was another person by her side.
This person wore a simple blue robe, standing upright like a pine tree. His appearance was handso, with a faint heroic spirit between his brows. He stood so properly in front of Mu Ge that he was almost silent enough to be overlooked.
"Mo Yang, do you know who lives in the forest of Purple Sun Academy?" Mu Ge suddenly asked.
Startled by the abrupt question from his master, Mo Yang hesitated for a mont, then frowned and replied, "Replying to Young Lord, there seems to indeed be soone living in the forest behind Purple Sun Academy. But I only heard that this person is recuperating in the forest and do not know who they are."
Recuperating?
Mu Ge’s eyes shifted slightly.
The dicinal scent of the thatched hut, and the person’s bloodless skin, looking fragile as if they could stop breathing at any mont, seed to fit the description of soone recuperating.
During the day, when awakened by that person’s servant, Mu Ge was also rather surprised by her own absent-mindedness. And those black and white eyes almost sucked her soul into them.
’This place is not suitable for a long stay.’
The crisis awareness honed through countless life-and-death experiences, after conveying this ssage to Mu Ge, she turned away without hesitation.
From beginning to end, she did not speak a word to that person.
And that person seed not to stop her from leaving either.
The two, like parallel lines without any intersection, rely brushed past each other.
When she returned to the archway, the students from the academy had already gradually left. Mo Yang, whom they were waiting for, had long been waiting by the carriage.
After glancing at the young man she had left in the academy, Mu Ge got into the carriage and ordered to return to the mansion.
Going to pick up Mo Yang was just a spur-of-the-mont idea out of boredom. She didn’t expect to encounter such an interesting person.
She seldom rembered anyone, unless they were an enemy or a friend.
She wondered—into which category would he fall?
Mu Ge lowered her eyes, thinking to herself: Whether we et again in the future is uncertain, so why bother now?
With that thought, Mu Ge slowly raised her eyes, her long eyelashes partially hiding her emotions. She looked at Mo Yang and asked, "What do you study at the academy?"
Mo Yang lowered his eyes and replied: "The teachers mainly teach poetry, prose, Confucianism, and etiquette. However, a horse-riding and archery class opened half a month ago, which is quite interesting." As Mu Qingge’s servant, Mo Yang naturally knew his master wasn’t fond of literary subjects, so he only ntioned what might pique Mu Qingge’s interest.
"Horse riding and archery? That is indeed interesting," Mu Ge’s tone carried a hint of amusent.
She didn’t say much else. She just told Mo Yang, "You hardly ever get to rest for a few days. Since you’re back at the mansion, do whatever you want, you don’t need to stay by my side. I have You He and Hua Yue here with and that’s enough."
Mo Yang looked up at Mu Ge, seeming a bit surprised. However, he didn’t ask further questions and bowed before leaving.
This sensible deanor piqued Mu Ge’s interest sowhat.
Absolute trust and obedience are Mu Ge’s first criteria for judging if a person is useful. It seems Mo Yang’s first impression was quite good.
Mo Yang left Chi Yun Garden, heading towards his residence.
Since he attended Purple Sun Academy, he moved out of Chi Yun Garden and lived with the other young servants in the mansion. Of course, this was arranged by Mu Qingge, although he didn’t understand why his master did so, but he obeyed.
Probably, he never thought that the previous Mu Qingge arranged it this way because she didn’t want any n living in the place where she stayed.
"Oh? Isn’t that Mo Yang?"
When passing through the garden, Mo Yang heard his na being called.
The voice was soft and gentle, making any man who heard it likely to be enchanted. But Mo Yang only frowned slightly and turned to face the master and servant pair walking towards him.
"Mo Yang greets Miss Bai," Mo Yang lowered his eyes, seeing white shoes and skirt.
He didn’t look up, nor did he give Bai Xiyue a glance.
"Mo Yang, you’ve returned? Did you just go to see Brother Mu?" Bai Xiyue softly asked. Her tone was endlessly amiable.
"Yes, Mo Yang just saw the Young Lord," Mo Yang replied briefly. "If Miss Bai has no other orders, Mo Yang will take his leave. Being alone with a lady might harm your reputation." After saying that, he did not wait for Bai Xiyue to respond and turned away in big strides.
After he walked far away, Lv Zhi, who followed Bai Xiyue, spat lightly, speaking with disdain: "Humble bones. What’s so great about him, just a dog by the Young Lord’s side. Does he really think entering the Purple Sun Academy makes him superior? Miss has quite a favorable view of him."
The tone seed to be defending Bai Xiyue, but it couldn’t conceal her jealousy over Mo Yang’s fortune.
Purple Sun Academy, what kind of place is that? If fortunate and able to seize opportunities, one might rid oneself of the servant status and rise to prominence.
The tenderness in Bai Xiyue’s eyes faded, slowly replaced by a sharp coldness.
Lv Zhi’s words didn’t affect her much; she rely said calmly, "If Mo Yang can study at Purple Sun Academy, if we can win him over, perhaps we might gain more."
Today, she had known early on that Mo Yang would return on his rest day, so she waited here early for an opportunity.
Unexpectedly, she was snubbed.
However, Bai Xiyue was not discouraged. The harder a person is to win over, the more interested she becos. Only then do they deserve her effort!
...
Inside Chi Yun Garden, Mu Ge let You He and Hua Yue retire to rest.
Entering the room, when she was about to begin cultivation, her gaze was caught by a piece of paper spread on the round table.
She walked over and looked down.
On the paper, there was a line of words, ’et at Yin hour’.
Mu Ge frowned, picked up the paper from the table, and said sternly: "Mu Qingge, co out for ."
As soon as the words fell, Mu Qingge’s transparent figure abruptly appeared before her eyes.
"You better explain this." Mu Ge waved the paper in front of Mu Qingge’s eyes.
Unexpectedly, Mu Qingge’s transparent face turned extrely unsightly, with eyes seemingly filled with countless fears, and the transparent body trembled.
Mu Ge locked her eyebrows, pressing on: "What’s wrong with you? Who is this person?"
"Mas... Master..." Mu Qingge almost squeezed these words out from between her teeth.
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