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Ermiao's face was filled with a blissful smile as she accepted the Century Egg and Lean Meat Porridge that Xia Muxin had served. The first bite was addictive, leaving her unable to stop.
Before long, Century Eggs and Salted Eggs had opened up a market in the entire Town. Xia Muxin even launched a promotional package, combining Garlic, Century Eggs, and Salted Eggs into one box as a high-end gift set for the Duanwu Festival. In just a few days, she trained several people, including Swallow, on how to sell them.
Today was the fourth day of May, and Xia Muxin arrived at one of the shops early in the morning. From a distance, she was startled by the long line that resembled a dragon; the shop's door hadn't even opened yet. The queue seemed to stretch from one end of the town to the other, indicating that they were likely to run out of stock soon.
Suddenly, her gaze caught sight of a familiar figure, and Xia Muxin's eyes brightened as she murmured, "Uncle."
But in an instant, her clear eyes dimmed because Shen Muhan was followed by Qingyue. He hadn't returned for three days, and the reason for his absence seemed to be Qingyue...
Thinking about it made her heart ache.
Accompanying her was Ouyang Xuan. Noticing that Xia Muxin was lost in thought as she lifted the curtain of the carriage, he leaned over to take a look. When he followed her gaze to the two people not far away, his expression became somewhat complicated.
"What's wrong?"
However, at that moment, he couldn't feel happy; he simply watched Xia Muxin's profile quietly and asked with a hint of uncertainty.
"Nothing, let's go."
Xia Muxin finally snapped back to reality after a while and spoke lightly as if nothing had happened.
Just as their carriage began to leave, Shen Muhan suddenly turned his head. A strange glint flashed in his eyes as he felt an arm wrap around him. Frowning in annoyance, he pulled away and coldly asked:
"I've accompanied you for two days; can I speak now?"
Qingyue pouted, pointing to her chest and acting coyly, "Senior Brother, don't treat your little junior sister like this. It feels uncomfortable here."
Her gaze, however, drifted toward the crowd. Suddenly, her eyes darkened, a fleeting hint of murderous intent passing through before she turned back, once again wearing a pitiful and lovable expression.
Don't think I don't know that you were stripped of all your positions because of that rural girl. In the eyes of that old immortal from the Tian family, outsiders are merely tools to be used; even someone as accomplished as you is no exception.
Senior Brother, do you know? No one can block your path. You are destined to stand at the pinnacle of this world, even if that person is your beloved. Even if you must hate or kill, when the time comes, both Qing Zhan and I will have no complaints.
"You've been lying to me; she is still dead, isn't she?"
Shen Muhan completely lost his patience, his ethereal face turning cold as he spoke in a chilling tone.
Qingyue's eyes flickered as she bit her lip. After a long pause, she finally whispered, "No, she's just no different from a dead person."
"What do you mean?"
Shen Muhan trembled all over, almost exhausting the best patience of his life.
Three days ago, Mu Qing sent a letter saying that his sister's grave had been robbed. He intended to set off for the capital immediately, but Qingyue suddenly came to tell him that his sister was not dead.
Instead, she had been saved by a powerful being and hidden away.
He felt he had just heard the greatest joke in the world. His sister's corpse was something he had personally brought back and buried. For decades, every time he returned, he would visit that place, yet he had never noticed anything unusual until now.
Recently, the weather in Kyoto had been unpredictable. The letter mentioned a night of thunder and heavy rain, with landslides occurring in some higher areas. Once the weather improved, he took his servants to pay respects, only to discover that the entire graveyard had collapsed. When they dug up the coffin to re-bury it, they found it empty.
At that moment, Qingyue came down from the mountain and delivered this shocking news to him.
He had doubted countless times and could hardly believe it all to be true, yet he could not shake off that nagging thought. If what Qingyue said was indeed true... So this time, he chose to believe it and agreed to a series of unusual conditions she proposed.
“It doesn’t mean anything, Senior Brother. It’s no use being anxious now; the informant said we must wait for the right moment.”
This was the first time Qingyue had seen Shen Muhan so terrified. His starry eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and his fists clenched tightly, making a creaking sound. He instinctively shrank his neck and swallowed hard as he stammered.
Moreover, she was not wrong; she hadn’t died at all. She had seen her just a few days ago; otherwise, she wouldn’t have rushed down the mountain to tell him...
Meanwhile, Xia Muxin wanted to go to a shop, but there were too many people; she couldn’t squeeze in and could only wander outside.
“Feeling down? I know a few nice places; would you like me to take you to see them?”
Ouyang Xuan had been following Xia Muxin like a shadow. Seeing her somewhat gloomy, he approached her with a grin.
Xia Muxin shot him a cold glance and suddenly said, “Didn’t you promise me three requests?”
Ouyang Xuan’s pupils constricted as an ominous chill ran down his spine. He felt as if disaster was looming. With Xia Muxin’s clear eyes fixed on him, he hesitated for a moment before forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes and replied, “Yes...”
"Alright, follow me."
"Where to?"
"Jun Yuan Villa."
“......”
The two did not take a carriage but rode horses directly out of the city. For three whole hours, Xia Muxin rode without stopping to drink even a sip of water, making Ouyang Xuan's heart race with tension.
Upon arriving at Jun Yuan Villa, since Xia Muxin had been there before and Shen Muhan's actions clearly indicated that she was the future mistress, no one stopped them. They merely exchanged glances at the young man following her, finding him somewhat peculiar.
Xia Muxin called a few people to follow her and hurriedly made her way to the Lotus Pool. As soon as she stood firm, she pointed at the pool and coldly commanded:
"Dig it up."
For a moment, the subordinates from the villa looked at each other in confusion, hesitating to take action.
Seeing their reluctance only fueled Xia Muxin's anger. She swept her gaze over them and then rolled up her sleeves to get to work herself.
Her sudden change left everyone dumbfounded, even more bewildered than before.
Even Ouyang Xuan was taken aback.
With Xia Muxin not present, no one dared to leave. Ouyang Xuan, however, began to carefully examine the villa.
About half an hour later, Xia Muxin returned in a flurry, holding a bag in her hand.
"Damn it," cursed Shen Muhan, "I worry every day about whether you're eating well and sleeping properly, and I can't fully focus on my own tasks because of you. And here you are, going on a date with your little junior sister, holding hands so intimately."
"Little junior sister, you like this Clear Lotus, right? Today, I'll turn it into a fish pond."
In an instant, Xia Muxin pulled out one round object after another from her bag. She tugged on the string attached to the top and tossed them into the Lotus Pool.
Boom...
Boom...
Boom boom boom...
A series of explosions erupted from the Lotus Pond, and the beautifully grown Clear Lotus vanished without a trace, mud flying everywhere and splattering onto the shore.
The crowd was stunned, frozen in shock.
This Madam of the Manor was too fierce; she had only been here once but already knew where their treasures were hidden and even made her own explosives.
Oh my, no wonder Ming Yi had warned them beforehand—there's no one in this world you can offend except for the boss's wife.
Today, they had reached a common understanding.
Offending the boss might just earn you a beating, but offending the boss's wife could cost you your life...
"The boss's boss, who has angered you?"
Ming Yi rushed over upon hearing the commotion. At that moment, his handsome face turned pale, yet he respectfully bowed and cautiously asked.
His wounds had mostly healed, and the heavy bandages on his body had been nearly removed. If that time was due to the Fourth Miss showing mercy, then this time, he would surely lose a layer of skin.
Oh...
Why was he so unfortunate? One cruel and heartless Fourth Miss was already enough; now even the boss's boss was getting involved. He just wanted to give up on life...
Xia Muxin dropped the bag in her hand and saw that the entire pond of Clear Lotus was buried beneath the mud. The lotus stems were surfacing one by one, along with many lotus tips. Her mood improved significantly, and her tone towards Ming Yi became much friendlier.
"It's no one in particular; it's just that I've long been drooling over this pond of Lotus Root. Besides, the uncle agreed. You all go down and dig up every single tender piece for me, and don’t leave behind a single one of those long, sharp tips."
They had to pull them out by the roots...
Everyone's legs trembled, their bodies going limp and numb. If they pulled them out by the roots, then this Lotus Pond would truly be ruined. It would be a miracle if the Fourth Miss didn’t peel their skin off...
Xia Muxin noticed the pale expressions on their faces and smirked slightly, her eyes filled with an even colder glint. She patted her chest and said:
"What are you afraid of? If something goes wrong, I'll take the blame. If I can't handle it, there's still a tall guy to take over."
- End of Chapter -
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