Chapter 39
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Chapter 39: The Servant Bullying the Master
Mu Qianyun paused at the door, involuntarily taking a step inside and calling out, “Your Highness!”
As the tattered dragon robe vanished, the young man reached out with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, and with a slight smile, as if to comfort her, his body suddenly shattered and dispersed into nothingness.
Gone, completely vanished without a trace.
“What on earth is happening?” Mu Qianyun collapsed to the ground, suddenly noticing a white-haired man sleeping soundly on the floor.
“Who is he?” With questions swirling in her mind, Mu Qianyun pushed herself up and approached. She saw that the man had a noble nose, attractive sword-like eyebrows, a face like jade, a tall form, and the corners of his lips slightly lifted, as if he were having a pleasant dream. If he had black hair, he would look even more impressive.
Li Hui was indeed dreaming, with countless magical treasures sprouting wings and flying rapidly toward him. Without that pesky silver snake, he raised his arms wide to embrace the treasures—they were all his, everything was his…
What a beautiful dream! However, an unusual hairpin jabbed into his neck, igniting a flare of anger. Drowsily awakening, he suddenly found a delicate face close to his own.
Li Hui was quite good-looking, resembling Li Yingjun, the beauty of the Jade Symbol Sect. But when he saw the woman before him, his heart inexplicably raced, refusing to calm down.
Beautiful, beyond beautiful!
Even without that description of beauty, her elegant demeanor stood out—she had a wide forehead and slim, arched eyebrows, dignified and graceful, refined but not flirtatious, with an air of distinction.
Today, Li Hui finally believed that saying: "Fresh water gives rise to the lotus, naturally without decoration!" Even if the female disciples of the Jade Symbol Sect gathered together, in terms of looks alone, they’d likely be overshadowed.
“Ahem, where is this?” Li Hui coughed lightly as if he had discovered a new continent. He grabbed his own hair, disregarding the silver hairpin pressing against his neck, and shouted, “No way! I just took a nap, why is my hair completely white? Are they taking away the last few years of my life?”
“You, don’t pretend to be mad!” Mu Qianyun’s voice trembled slightly. As a daughter from an influential family, she rarely interacted with men, and just moments ago the prince had clearly been right there. It must have been this man who used witchcraft to make the prince disappear.
“Wait, let me check…” Li Hui reached inside his robes and suddenly changed expression, finally pulling out a handful of green fragments, murmuring, “All twenty-three pieces of Miao Jade I got from the Eagle’s Nest are gone! What on earth happened while I was sleeping?”
He raised his head to look at Mu Qianyun.
“What do you want to do?” Mu Qianyun felt a sense of panic; only now did she realize that he was likely a cultivator. Threatening a cultivator with just a hairpin wasn’t the brightest idea.
Just as Li Hui was about to speak, he suddenly heard someone calling from outside, “Master, where are you?”
“Bilu, I’m here, I’ll be right back,” Mu Qianyun said. She was neither foolish nor naive; she quickly deduced this man’s identity as someone imprisoned by Princess Yu Yan in the water prison. Her reasoning stemmed from the state he was in—his pant legs were muddy and he looked quite disheveled, suggesting he had escaped under cover of night and must not want to reveal himself.
Li Hui found this amusing; the beautiful woman’s eyes spoke volumes, as if saying, “Don’t move, let me leave safely, and we’ll both be fine!”
“Wait, before, I wasn’t sure, but now I am. Your maid is quite suspicious; she clearly knows the secrets of this place. She has been lingering on the stairs, too afraid to take a step further.”
“What are you saying? Bilu…” Mu Qianyun suddenly froze as a bolt of realization struck her. After arriving at the Wooden Building, she recalled Bilu’s various behaviors, her repeated advice not to go downstairs, and everything clicked together, revealing the many hidden doubts she had previously maintained.
“So that’s how it is; you already suspected her but weren’t willing to believe it,” Li Hui nodded. He raised his hand and pushed the hairpin away from her neck, speaking in a low voice, “Go back! Let’s act like nothing happened. I’ll stay in the Wooden Building for a few days, and I’ll help you unravel this mystery.”
In response to his low voice, Mu Qianyun stood up somewhat unsteadily, naturally tidying her disheveled hair before quickly walking toward the door, returning to the loft without any signs of disturbance.
“Master, where have you been?” Bilu impatiently stomped her foot, scolding, “Didn’t I tell you repeatedly that the people in the palace don’t like you? Especially those in charge—they dislike you even more, always bad-mouthing you to the prince. Recently, they’ve even reduced the meals, expecting you to sell your dowry to solve the food situation…”
Mu Qianyun felt disoriented; that cultivator had said only a few words, and she had returned silently, clearly terrified by his ability!
Hearing Bilu complain further, Mu Qianyun’s expression shifted, taking on a serious tone as she asked, “Today, you’ll explain to me in detail which of the palace stewards dares to behave this way. Name, position, and I want to know why you’re always saying the prince is busy—what exactly is he busy with? I’ve been part of this household for three years, practically imprisoned, unable to even go to the temple to make offerings. And you know my uncle is brave and skilled, taught by extraordinary beings; he hasn’t lost his power.” Mu Qianyun clenched her jade fingers; she usually dismissed this talk, but having come from a deep and affluent household, she had seen enough and could handle the little maid without trouble.
“Please forgive me, Master! Bilu has been busy with household chores and preparing meals, and truly I’ve been overwhelmed and haven’t paid much attention to the stewards. But just a couple of days ago, I did see the prince from a distance—he was certainly very busy. But I must say it was Princess Yu Yan who meddled, making us live like we were dependent on others in this palace.”
At this moment, Mu Qianyun did not believe a word of Bilu’s explanation. She knew Bilu had a little habit: when she was nervous and lying, she stood with her feet turned outward.
She had indulged this maid far too much, but after the crises she had faced, who could she trust in this unfamiliar place?
They say beautiful women have tragic fates. Mu Qianyun had never believed this before, but the last few years had been incredibly difficult for her.
Originally, she had comforted herself that simply living peacefully was fine, but today, after that man’s sudden intrusion, she realized that some things couldn’t be avoided.
It was time to wake up from the dream; she could no longer consider Bilu a sister—she was not a sister. In this world, there were no truly loyal confidants. Now her mind was solely focused on uncovering the truth…
