C1 Return

Blue Xiao Nation, Shengjing, January.

The cold of midwinter had not yet subsided after the New Year, and the north wind was still cold.

Mu Qianyu, dressed in purple, stood coldly outside the city. She slightly raised her eyes and looked up at the ice-cold city gate.

Ten years. Ten years since she left here.

Ten years ago, she was an unfavoured Third Miss and was forced to leave home.

Ten years later, she was a demonic girl that returned after stepping on blood. She was determined to wash away her past shame and avenge her mother.

Looking at the passersby on the road, the corner of Mu Qianyu's mouth raised into a faint smile. She lowered her eyes and muttered: "I must make the person who killed Mu Qianyu pay!"

A cold wind blew past, and after an incense stick of time passed ?

Outside the city gate, there was no purple figure. Instead, there was an additional beggar dressed in shabby clothes.

Looking closely, the beggar had a small and thin body. In his hand was a broken bowl, his body was dirty, his left cheek was full of stains, and on the right side of his face was a dark red scar.

Looking at his attire, it was likely that no one would be able to recognize that he was Mu Qianyu who was already disguised.

Not only did Mu Qianyu make herself look like a beggar, she even pretended to be a man. Carrying a broken bowl in her hand, she pitifully entered the city.

Even though the weather was cold, the heat from the New Year had yet to subside, so it was especially lively within Shengjing City.

Countless pedestrians were passing by on the long street, and all kinds of stalls were bustling with the sound of people hawking their wares, each one higher than the last.

There were those who sold rouge and cosmetics, those who sold exquisite and small cakes, and those who sold cakes while carrying loads of bread. The bustling and bustling streets were simply dazzling to the eye.

"Sugar gourd, a sweet and sour candied fruit!"

"Steamed Bun, I sold off Steamed Bun. Hot Steamed Bun ? ?"

In front of the steamed bun stall, a fatty with a brain full of fat had only bought two steamed buns.

"You little beggar, return me my bun!"

The fatty who had his bun stolen saw his empty hands and was extremely angry. He chased after him.

However, Mu Qianyu's figure was nimble and she walked around the crowd, causing Fatty to not even be able to grab onto half of her clothes.

Not long after, he had completely lost that fatty.

"What a fragrant steamed bun!"

Ye Zichen stared at the steamed bun in his hand as if he had been starving for a long time.

It did not have an image as it wolfed down its food.

"Ouch."

Mu Qianyu only lowered her head to eat her steamed buns, but she didn't know when, but she had met someone.

He hadn't finished the steamed bun in his hand when he accidentally knocked it onto the ground.

"You don't have eyes!"

Ye Zichen looked at Steamed Bun, who was rolling on the ground, and cursed at him.

"Let go."

As soon as he said those words, a pleasant voice sounded. It was gentle but calm.

Mu Qianyu could not help but raise her head, and was immediately stunned.

The man in front of her was wearing a spotless white robe. His jade-like appearance was comparable to an exiled immortal.

The man had a tall stature and eyebrows that were as black as ink. His long and narrow eyes revealed bits of light, but his expression was unperturbed. It was as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

There was actually such a beautiful man in this world. It was simply like a beautiful painting.

"Let go!"

The man's thin lips slightly parted.

Mu Qianyu was surprised to find that she was still sticking to the man's body.

The little face instantly became as ripe as an apple. As she let go of him, she grumbled, "It's reasonable to touch my bun."

"What's more, I only hugged you for a moment and didn't eat your tofu."

Her disguise was flawless, and deep down, she had the temperament of a girl, exposing the body of a woman just like that.

Puchi ?

A laugh rang out.

It was another man standing by the side. He was young, around sixteen to seventeen years old.

He patted the man with a smile on his face and said, "Third brother, don't mind it. He's just a little beggar. If I really offend you, then just get someone to get rid of him."

As he said this, the men with swords behind them began to emit a murderous aura.

Mu Qianyu lowered her eyes slightly as a trace of hostility flashed past her eyes.

You want to send her away as you please?

He laughed coldly in his heart, as if he had thought of something. Then, he raised his head again. The hostility in his eyes had long since been covered up.

He stretched out his dirty hand and rubbed it against the white-robed man.

After the man's clothes were stained with a large amount of dirt, she had already squeezed into the crowd.

"Hahaha, I'm going to dirty you to death!"

In a certain direction, only the sound of it could not be seen.

Looking at the stain on his clothes, Xiao Chengyi frowned, then called for his follower, "Prepare your clothes."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The retainer bowed his head and left. Who didn't know that their prince was a cleanliness freak and that the little beggar would dare to use it?

In front of the Minister Mansion, there was a green signboard with a suspended beam hanging from it.

Inside and outside, there were guards standing guard, looking especially solemn.

Mu Qianyu was still dressed as a beggar.

She stood in front of the Minister Mansion door, her eyes glimmering with cold stars as memories of ten years ago flooded into her mind.

Since the people from the Zheng Family were heartless to her, then don't blame her for being unrighteous.

"I want to see Zheng Ji!"

Pulling back the emotions in her eyes, Mu Qianyu held onto the broken bowl in her hands and rushed towards the door, yelling that she wanted to see the dignified Minister of the Department, Zheng Ji Master Zheng.