Late at night, inside the military tent. Mu Xiong and Mu Ge looked at each other.
After a moment, Mu Xiong lightly coughed and cautiously asked, "Ge'er, do you know the Holy King?"
Who in the world would know that peeping maniac!
Mu Ge vehemently protested in her heart but showed no expression. She hadn't forgotten the look of fanaticism on her grandfather's face when that person appeared.
"I don't know him," Mu Ge replied flatly.
"Don't know him?" Mu Xiong's face showed disbelief. "If you don't know him, how could he know your name? And give you a top-grade elixir that made you alive and kicking immediately?"
Mu Ge was silent.
How would she know what was going on in that guy's head? In broad daylight, he used such a nauseatingly corny title to address her, then in front of everyone's varied expressions, popped out a purple-glowing elixir from the sedan, landing it in her mouth.
The elixir melted as soon as it touched her tongue, leaving her unable to spit it out. Then, her injuries started to change in an astounding manner; the gruesome wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, to her shock, he casually tossed out an ambiguous statement that stunned everyone —
"Take good care of yourself. If you get hurt again, I'll be heartbroken."
Heartbroken, my foot! Do I even know you that well?
Finally, like a grace-giver, he told the others, "I occasionally pass through the Qin Country, see the scenery is nice, so I stay for a while. I've heard that the peonies in Luodu are excellent, and I will visit the Mu Mansion someday."
After that, he left as if not a single cloud lingered.
From beginning to end, he never once exposed his unrivaled elegance to the public.
"The Holy King said he'll visit the Mu Mansion, I wonder if it's true," Mu Xiong mused to himself.
Mu Ge twitched her lip. She thought that this was a message left for Qin Jinhao. Mu Qingge had told her quite a bit about the Mu Family's status in the Qin Country. This meeting with Mu Xiong and Prince Rui's behavior gave her some clues.
She felt like that guy seemed to know the Mu Family's subtle position in the Qin Country, purposely saying those words to make the Imperial Family of Qin wary.
But why would he do such a thing? No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like a meddlesome do-gooder.
What does the Mu Family have to do with him?
"Ge'er?"
Mu Xiong's voice interrupted Mu Ge's thoughts.
She raised her eyes to look at Mu Xiong, who then flicked her on the forehead, causing it to redden. "What are you thinking about? You're daydreaming even when Grandpa talks to you."
Mu Ge rubbed her forehead where she was hit and replied, "Nothing."
"Did you hear what Grandpa just said?" Mu Xiong pretended to be angry.
"No," Mu Ge replied honestly.
This straightforward response made Mu Xiong lose his temper instantly, so he resigned himself to repeating, "If the Holy King truly favors you, you might as well seize this opportunity. Although you can't cultivate, if you have the backing of the military and the Holy King as a patron, even if one day Grandpa is gone, no one would dare to bully you."
Uh!
Mu Ge was momentarily dumbfounded, not expecting Mu Xiong to have this plan.
In her past life, she was used to relying on herself. In this life, Mu Xiong planned and considered everything for her, causing her previously hardened heart to start to change.
Not responding to Mu Xiong's statement, Mu Ge asked another question she cared about: "Who exactly is the Holy King? Why does everyone seem so afraid of him?"
Mu Xiong sighed and rubbed his large hand over the top of Mu Ge's head, explaining to her: "The Holy King is the only monarch of a first-class empire on the Linchuan Continent. Legend has it that since the founding of the Holy Yuan Empire, he has existed. Now, a thousand years have passed, the emperors of the Holy Yuan Empire have changed one after another, yet this Holy King has always been the same person. He is not a king, but even more so than a king. Even the emperor of the Holy Yuan Empire wouldn't dare to oppose him."