C17 Angry Reply to the Aunt 1

He certainly hadn't expected that instead of a reward, he'd receive a sharp slap from the nanny. If he'd known, he would have stayed away.

The nanny, upon hearing his request for a reward, knew exactly why he had come. "You haven't even figured out what's going on, and you dare to ask for a reward? Get out! Come back when you have something to report."

With a heavy sigh, the servant turned to leave, dejected. Yet, after just one step, he turned back. "Nanny, they say that fool from our house and her nurse are still hanging around near the A'Bei quarters."

"So, they are there," the nanny murmured, narrowing her eyes in thought. She couldn't shake the feeling that the incident at the B Protectorate was somehow linked to Mu Yunhua.

Although she didn't believe that Mu Yunhua, that despicable girl, was capable of murder, she felt there must be some connection.

Concubine Wan, who had been sitting in her room, had overheard the conversation between the nanny and the servant. She straightened her dress and stepped out, not at all disturbed by the news of the death. A simple burial would do; the Crown Prince was due to arrive soon.

As Concubine Wan neared the mansion's main entrance, she felt that something was off. The estate was never this chaotic.

Upon reaching the gates, the noise was as lively as a crowded marketplace.

"Silence this racket!" Concubine Wan barked. The crowd of maids and servants around the entrance quickly made way for her.

"Madam has arrived! Make way!"

"Move aside, move aside, Madam is here."

"Madam is here, stop staring."

Mu Yunhua, who had been idly standing at the gates of Mu Mansion, suddenly became alert at the commotion. Looking up, she saw a stunning woman, supported by the nanny, weaving through the crowd.

No wonder Mu Yuxi had such beauty; she took after Concubine Wan.

However, Mu Yunhua remembered that Concubine Wan's family, the Li's, owned a bookstore, a chain throughout the Da Xi Kingdom. How could a lady from such a background not embody the refined elegance of a scholar, with every move redolent of ink and the grace of poetry?

The old adage, "Like father, like son," certainly holds true, but when the son in question might actually belong to the neighbor, all bets are off...

Concubine Wan, initially unaware of Mu Yunhua's presence, gracefully navigated her way through the crowd. It was only upon reaching the end that she realized the gates of Mu's Mansion, which were normally securely closed, stood wide open, surrounded by a throng of onlookers as if it were a street fair.

She was nearly stepping over the threshold of her own home! The commotion wasn't coming from the servants inside; rather, it was the buzz of gossip from the crowd outside.

"What is going on here? Who opened the gates?" The death of a guard was hardly a significant event; after all, servants pass away in households all the time. But to have such news spread for the public's entertainment was quite another matter.

In a flare of anger, Concubine Wan demanded an explanation, and a servant quickly murmured, "It seems to have been the Second Miss."

Mu Yunhua?

It took a moment for Concubine Wan to realize which 'Second Miss' was being referred to. Her eyes sharply turned towards Mu Yunhua, who was impossible to miss.

Yet before their eyes could meet, Concubine Wan looked away, as if the mere act of looking at her would be beneath her.

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