Bai Zhi'er chuckled, "I am not here to save you; I am here to settle some rules with you."
Upon hearing this, Mu Rou's expression froze.
"Miss Mu, aren't you going to invite me in?" Bai Zhi'er raised her eyebrows.
Mu Rou promptly made a welcoming gesture, "Princess, please move to the main hall. Little Lian, go and pour some tea."
Bai Zhi'er and Prince Qing sat in the grand armchairs in the main hall, one on each side.
The uncle and niece, with their imposing presence, indeed embodied the spirit of a family.
In contrast, Mu Rou, who was of a similar age to Bai Zhi'er, felt somewhat ill at ease.
Bai Zhi'er was the Bright Pearl of the Empire, while she was but a speck of dust.
"What does the Princess wish to discuss?" Mu Rou asked proactively.
Bai Zhi'er's voice was crisp and melodious, "I know all about you and my Third Uncle; I'm here today because of that."
Mu Rou's eyes shifted, as if gaining some confidence.
