The moon saw that the young master seemed not to believe, and his face turned even paler.
"Young master, if you don't believe me, so be it. You'll know soon enough, she's not human at all, no, she must be a demon."
Mingyue muttered to himself. He looked up and saw that the young master had already reclined on the bed with his eyes closed, ignoring him completely. He could only quietly withdraw.
The room was very quiet. Wuqing was not truly resting, but thinking.
No outsiders had ever entered Wuqing Valley. Since Qingyao arrived, he felt very comfortable. Now, not only were there more than a dozen beggars, but Wen Yu had also entered. He always felt that Wen Yu was not simple. Wuqing thought, a frost veiled his face.
At this moment, Qingfeng walked in from outside. Seeing his master leaning motionlessly on the bed, he knew he was not resting but seemed to be thinking. He couldn't help but speak softly.
"Young master, that Third Prince Wen may have ulterior motives?"
Wuqing did not move. Did he not know his ulterior motives? He wanted to let him know that even if he entered the valley, he would have no opportunity. Moreover, he wanted Qingyao to understand that Wen Yu was not Yin Xuan at all, so she wouldn't trust him carelessly.
"I know. You pay attention to them these two days while they are in the valley. Don't let him cause any trouble."
"Yes, young master," Qingfeng replied and went to arrange personnel to keep a close eye on that Third Prince Wen. The people in this valley, even a servant, were extremely skilled, so they were not afraid of being encountered by Wen Yu.
On the other side, in Qingyao's room.
Exclamations were heard from time to time. Mo Chou looked at the little girl with disbelief. She was standing boldly in front of her, appraising her from head to toe. After a long while, she simply called out, "Mo Chou."
Mo Chou's chin almost fell off. Her eyes were wide open. This girl had been an anomaly since childhood. Unexpectedly, she could talk and walk before her birthday, and her pronunciation was exceptionally clear. Most importantly, her eyes were very powerful, bright, and spirited.
As soon as Xiao Yu'er finished speaking, Qingyao, who was sitting beside her, flicked her forehead and warned her coldly, "Call me Aunt Mo. If I see you disrespecting people in the valley again, you'd better be careful."
At Qingyao's command, Xiao Yu'er immediately swept away her previous arrogance and became exceptionally well-behaved, smiling sweetly.
"Aunt Mo."
Mo Chou nodded, stood up, and pulled her aside. After appraising her from head to toe, she couldn't help but sigh. This little girl looked more and more like her father as she grew up, as if she were cast from the same mold as the emperor. However, since ancient times, daughters often resembled their fathers, so it was no wonder her appearance resembled the emperor's. It was just that the mistress seemed completely unaware, with no influence at all.
Mo Chou's gaze flickered up and down. Xiao Yu'er, standing beside her, suddenly broke free from her hand and excitedly said, "Mother, let me show you something."
Her small body had already rushed out, and she soon came back holding a cute, pure white wolf cub, shaking her head proudly.
"How is it? Mingyue caught it for me. Mother, it doesn't have a name yet. Can you give it a name?"
Xiao Yu'er smiled expectantly. Mo Chou glanced at it and couldn't help but praise it. This little wolf cub was indeed cute, comparable to the little fox Mao Xueqiu. But what should it be called? She looked up at her mistress. Qingyao glanced casually and then saw Xiao Yu'er's face. Recalling the person in the palace, she casually said, "Just call him Xiao Zun."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Yu'er happily carried the pure white wolf cub out. In the room, Mo Chou's eyes widened again, and she couldn't speak for a long time. The temperaments of these two mother and daughter were indeed very similar.
"Mistress, this name of yours?"
"What's wrong? I call my own, he calls his own, these are two different things, do you understand? You worry too much."
Qingyao waved dismissively. As the two were talking, Mo You walked in from outside and respectfully reported, "Mistress, the more than a dozen children have been settled."
"Mm, from now on, you will be solely responsible for training them. Although the number is a bit small, it's a start. I will find more people later. There's no hurry."
"Yes, Mistress," Mo You nodded but did not retreat. He glanced sideways at Mo Chou. Qingyao understood his thoughts and waved her hand, saying in a deep voice, "I'll rest for a while, you two go out first."
"Yes," the two retreated.
Qingyao was indeed too tired. She couldn't sleep peacefully outside. Only by entering the valley could her body and mind truly relax.
However, thinking of Wen Yu made her feel annoyed again. Why did Wuqing agree to let him enter the valley? And he said Wen Yu was not Yin Xuan, so who was Yin Xuan?
She could clearly feel the fervor in Yin Xuan's eyes, so intense, like scorching lava. It couldn't be that someone she didn't know inexplicably appeared to like her. But in her memory, there was no such person.
Except for the Emperor and Wen Yu, but the Emperor was a thousand miles away. Had he disguised himself and come here again, hiding in that pleasure house? That pleasure house was arranged by him long ago.
The more Qingyao thought about it, the more annoyed she became. But she really wanted to figure out if Wen Yu was Yin Xuan. If he wasn't, then who was it?
As soon as Qingyao thought of this, her heart felt a pang of unease. She would rather Yin Xuan be Wen Yu than him, otherwise, they seemed to have a tangled relationship.
While Qingyao was struggling, footsteps approached, steady and restrained, slowly stopping beside her. Two burning gazes rested on her.
Qingyao felt a fleeting displeasure in her heart. She didn't need to think to know that this person was Wen Yu. She didn't expect him to have so little self-awareness.
Casually entering a woman's boudoir, no one guarded the door in this valley because there had been no outsiders for a long time. She didn't expect this person to intrude so unscrupulously.
Qingyao remained motionless. She wanted to see what he intended to do.
Was he really not Yin Xuan? Yin Xuan was extremely upright and honorable. Although he had looked at her like this before, it wasn't so forceful, but more affectionate.
Wen Yu looked motionlessly at the sleeping beauty, feeling her rising and falling breath. A flash of greed crossed his mind. He really wanted to imprison her by his side. Moreover, he knew she was not asleep.
Wen Yu deliberately reached out to touch her cheek, to see if she could still pretend.
As soon as Qingyao felt his intention, just as she was about to attack him, she was disturbed.
Outside the door, Xiao Yu'er led Xiao Zun and Mao Xueqiu, staggering in. Upon seeing a man appear in the room, who was indeed quite handsome, but what was he trying to do? Her little face immediately sank, and she shouted:
"Pervert, what are you doing? Let go of my mother, or I'll break your dog legs."
After speaking, she had already rushed in. Her small body shoved forcefully, pushing Wen Yu away, and then she herself stumbled backward.