Mu Qingge curled her lips into a cold smile.
She had indeed underestimated Bai Xiyue's ability to stir up trouble. Clearly injured, yet instead of resting, she had already thrown the Mu Mansion into chaos early in the morning.
Thinking this, Mu Qingge got out of bed, stepped onto the floor, and said to the two women, "Dress me, I want to see which drama is playing now."
Soon, under the skilful hands of the two maids, Mu Qingge walked out of Chi Yun Garden, radiant.
Still dressed in red like a sunset, strikingly beautiful.
When she, along with You He and Hua Yue, arrived at the main hall, she found it to be a scene of stern readiness.
Her grandfather, the true master of the Mu Mansion, Mu Xiong, sat with a stern expression, his features tense, in the head seat.
And the one causing trouble sat beside him, silently weeping. Mu Lianrong was seated next to her, constantly comforting her. Upon seeing Mu Qingge's arrival, she shot daggers at her, mixed with reproach.
