As the night deepened, Miss Mu San lifted the curtain and looked outside. It was pitch black everywhere. Only with the help of the moonlight, she could see a few lights faintly visible on the distant mountain. She lowered the curtain and leaned against the wall of the car to close her eyes and rest. Seeing Mu Qinglu also staring outside in a daze, she smiled and asked him, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"
Mu Qinglu frowned, pursed his lips and turned to look at her seriously: "Aunt, even if the court does not allow us to be chieftains, it will definitely grant me a hereditary title. By then, my descendants will still have no worries about food and clothing..."
The smile on Miss Mu San's face suddenly disappeared, and her black eyes were filled with indifference. She raised her hand and slapped Mu Qinglu on the face, staring at him coldly and sneering: "It seems that you have turned a deaf ear to all the words I have said in your ears these days! Your grandfather was a chieftain, and your father was also a chieftain. Now it's your turn, and you just open your mouth and say you want to abandon the honor given by your ancestors and become a dog for the court?!"
Mu Qinglu's head tilted to the side after being hit. He also knew that Miss Mu San had sacrificed a lot for him, and that she had never married in her life, so he was her only hope for the future.
But he still felt something was wrong.
He knew too well his father's abilities, and Xiao Heng, who was so supported by his father, could not be a truly good man. He always felt that things were not as simple as Miss Mu San said.
Everyone understands the truth. If he could choose, he would certainly know that he wants power. But looking at the attitude of the court and Xiao Heng's skills, what can an elder council change
Can the Presbyterian Church still summon up troops and food
He knew that it was useless to say these words to Miss Mu San, so he simply stopped talking and remained silent.
Miss Mu San was still furious. She was holding back a lot of anger that she had nowhere to vent. Seeing that Mu Qinglu actually thought this way, she felt even more uncomfortable. Her voice suddenly became sharp: "Do you think I am willing to live on the edge of a knife like this? I know you think I am ungrateful. They have clearly given us a way to prosperity, but I am turning my back to stab them. But think about who I am doing this for! Isn't it for you and for the century-old foundation of our Mu Mansion?"
Mu Qinglu had no choice but to admit his mistake.
No matter what Miss Mu San's real purpose was, it is an indisputable fact that she went to the capital city just to find him and risked her life. In Zhaotong, it was also because Miss Mu San risked her life to protect him that he was able to survive and have where he is today.
Hearing him bow his head and apologize, Miss Mu San's expression eased a little. She pursed her lips and finally sighed: "Alright, I know who you are. Let's not talk about this anymore. This is not your fault. I insisted that you take this path. If they want to hate me in the future, they can hate me for being ungrateful."
They talked for a while, and the guard outside suddenly said softly: "Miss San, we're here."
Although the imperial court had conferred the title of princess on Miss Mu San, neither Miss Mu San nor the people of Zhennan Prefecture, as long as they were from their lineage, took the matter seriously and still addressed her as before.
Miss Mu San breathed a sigh of relief, hummed, lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage.
Lion Rock is right in front of us, and the area nearby is not desolate. On the contrary, because there is the Council of Elders here, there are also stationed troops and some family members and servants who come with the army. It is very lively here. Even when it is late at night, there are still sporadic small vendors packing up their stalls.
Miss Mu San hugged the box tightly in her arms and whispered to her attendants, "Go to the front and knock on the door."
After coming here, Miss Mu San's anxiety was relieved a lot, and she became the gentle and amiable Miss Mu San again.
The person below nodded, found a mansion with stone lions, and knocked on the door gently.
After a while, the gatekeeper came out again and invited them in.
Miss Mu San nodded at Mu Qinglu, then led Mu Qinglu and her guards inside.
This is the residence of Bai Xiong, the brother of Madam Mu Si. As long as they come here and show Madam Mu Si's seal, these people will listen to her. Five thousand people, plus the elders of the Council of Elders, the people nearby will submit to them, and the chieftains of other places will also recognize them.
At that time, if the imperial court forcibly takes action against them, no chieftain in other places will sit idly by and wait for death.
Xiao Heng will know how to choose.
However, as soon as they entered the mansion, Miss Mu San's face changed drastically, and she pulled Mu Qinglu back a step.
Mu Qinglu was almost knocked down by her, but fortunately he was quickly helped up and stood firmly. He looked at Miss Mu San with some surprise, but saw that Miss Mu San's face was as if she had seen a ghost.
His heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling. When he saw the person standing in the house, he immediately understood why Miss Mu San reacted so violently.
There was no Lord Bai in the yard, it was clearly only Song Xiangyu.
Song Xiangyu stood in the yard, looking at them with a smile, and sighed softly: "What a pity."
Miss Mu San asked in a trembling voice: "What's a pity?"
"Of course it's a pity for Qinglu, such a good boy." Song Xiangyu's eyes fell on Mu Qinglu. Seeing that he lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, he said bluntly: "Miss Mu San must not know that when His Highness couldn't find you for a long time and received false news twice, he had already become suspicious of you. However, His Highness always felt that we shouldn't think too badly of people. Therefore, when he learned from Cao Ruishen that you were being hunted by the Sixth Master in Zhennan Prefecture, His Highness still let our people rescue you and brought you back to Dali."
Miss Mu San's expression was extremely complicated for a moment. She sneered: "What's the use? You said nice things, but are you really going to help us get the Mu Mansion back? You just want to use us as a tool to get rid of Mu Tong! We just want to get back what we deserve, what's wrong with that?!"
Something you deserve
Song Xiangyu sneered: "If there were no hundreds of thousands of troops from the court, if there were no continuous supply of food and grass from the court, if there were no bloody battles by these soldiers, and if there were no charge by His Highness, would you be able to get your Mu Mansion back? Would you still be able to stand here now? Miss Mu San, I thought that when you went to the capital before, you already knew that you should pay for what you get. How can you have all the good things in the world? Moreover, there are so many Tusi in various parts of Yunnan, and what is the result? In addition to bringing benefits to the Tusi themselves and their families, what else have they given to the people?"