Zirong arched an eyebrow as he looked at the retreating figure of Mu Hanyan, his mind churning with a different set of considerations. His recent encounters with the Young Master, his actions, could they all merely be coincidental? Unlikely. Indeed, the Young Master was not the worthless playboy that rumors made him out to be. Upon closer consideration, the world always mocked the Young Master as a disgraceful playboy, yet, if one really thought about it, there seemed not to be a single instance where he had committed any atrocious deed.
If one were desperately to cite an example, there was perhaps one. It was the recent uproar about Mu Hanyan’s supposed impropriety toward Fourth Miss Zhao. In the past, he might have believed such a rumor, but after the last couple of days of engagement, he truly could not believe Mu Hanyan would behave indecently toward Fourth Miss Zhao. What was the real story behind this? He was indeed a bit curious. Could it be that the Young Master’s playboy façade was just that, a façade? Was he actually an inscrutable man?
Mu Hanyan, of course, had no idea what these two were thinking—she was contemplating what to eat tonight. In her previous life, she had been hunted too often, with many days spent alternating between hunger and satiation, grateful for just filling her stomach without caring about the taste of her food. Thus, in this life, Mu Hanyan held a particular obsession with food. Not only did she want to eat her fill, but she also yearned for delicious meals.
"Xixi, hurry up and have the meals served. Tonight, I want hotpot with lamb slices, roasted lamb skewers, and a portion of braised pork. Oh, and those ’Four Happiness’ meatballs from the other day were not bad either. Ah, but eating only meat won’t do; what if it makes it hard to poop afterward? Better add some vegetables," said Mu Hanyan. After finishing her sentence, she turned her head and glanced at Huayue and Zirong, "What are you two still doing here? Go find your own food. There’s a dining hall in the residence; don’t even think about mooching off me. Let me tell you, all the tasty stuff is mine."
...Damn it, my brain must be broken. How could I ever have thought that the Young Master was just pretending to be foolish, hiding his true capabilities beneath the facade? Isn’t he just a clown? A twitch appeared at the corner of Zirong’s mouth, and he decisively turned to leave.
Huayue, still expressionless, also turned and went to the dining hall of the residence to eat.
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After eating her fill and leisurely strolling around the courtyard to aid digestion, and once her stomach no longer felt so stuffed, Mu Hanyan slowly washed up and went to bed to sleep!
The night breeze wafted by, and dark clouds slowly passed across the sky, a crescent moon hanging high "Above Nine Heavens," occasionally shedding beams of soft light through the gaps in the clouds.
The night was deep, and dawn had not yet broken—the perfect time for the deepest and sweetest of sleeps—yet, Mu Hanyan suddenly opened her eyes.
Her heart inexplicably throbbed as if wanting to burst out of her chest.
She had only ever felt such palpitations once before.
The agony of being betrayed by her closest friend surged up once again, her entire heart felt as though it were being torn to shreds, and her awareness quickly awakened from the slumber. Why was there such a throbbing? It was as if someone had deliberately roused her from sleep.
Before she could comprehend what was happening, her body suddenly stiffened.
Murderous intent! A chilling sensation rose to her heart, and Mu Hanyan instinctively perceived an intense murderous intent from it.
Not everyone could sense such murderous intent. If she still retained her "Sword Saint Realm" cultivation, then such intuition wouldn’t be surprising, but now, with the mere strength of a "First-level Swordsman," even Mu Hanyan herself couldn’t believe her instincts.
Could it be that her rebirth somehow also brought back her acute danger intuition? Soon, Mu Hanyan discovered that this wasn’t the case.