The crowd noticed that the Mu Mansion's young lord, Mu Qingge, suddenly stepped forward and bent down to pick up a few sheets of paper from the ground. As she looked over them roughly, a teasing smile gradually appeared at the corner of her mouth.
After finishing, she didn't hesitate to give her evaluation: "Childish."
Bai Xiyue's face quietly turned pale.
Handing the sheets to Prince Rui, Mu Qingge sauntered a few steps to Mu Xiong's side and said with a light laugh, "Grandfather, calm down. These are nothing more than slanderous words from those who can't face the light. Getting angry would only be giving them face."
Mu Xiong grunted, "Hmm, I won't be angry. Ge'er, leave this matter to you, find out the one with ill intentions." With that, the old man flicked his sleeves and truly ignored the situation.
Mu Qingge internally chuckled at her grandfather's cunning.
