The night arrived as expected.
In Chi Yun Garden, You He and Hua Yue had already followed their master's instructions to go back and rest.
In the pitch-black room, only Mu Ge remained, sitting cross-legged on the bed, seemingly preparing to enter a state of cultivation.
Suddenly, a ghostly wind blew through, and Mu Qingge's transparent spirit appeared in front of Mu Ge, with a pondering look in her beautiful eyes.
Mu Ge raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"You don't seem like someone who's meddlesome," Mu Qingge said bluntly.
Mu Ge's lips curled slightly.
She knew that Mu Qingge was referring to the incident today in the Imperial Garden where she had proactively blown sand out of Princess Changle's eyes.
"Isn't she your fiancée? As a fiancé, if a fiancée is in distress, naturally, one must step in to help," Mu Ge teased. If she hadn't helped, how could he have safely left the Imperial Palace with the princess startled?
