3285 The Truth (1)

"I feel like someone's watching us," Qiao Mu said, looking puzzled, her small hand loosely falling from his lips.

"Little trickster," Crown Prince Mo murmured, lowering his head to kiss her again.

"Really!" Adult Qiao Qiao looked earnestly into his eyes.

Mo Lian was slightly stunned. He realized this little one wasn't joking, so he collected himself and looked around.

"There's no spiritual energy fluctuation," Mo Lian said, blinking.

Adult Qiao Qiao jumped off the brocade couch and padded to the window barefoot. She peeked out, then withdrew her gaze, looking confused.

She had a feeling like pins and needles on her back; she didn't know what it was.

Mo Lian held his little wife's hand, returned to the brocade couch, sat down, pulled her onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around her waist, "Qiao Qiao, is it because you're uncomfortable being in the Mu family?"

"It's alright. If you don't like it, we can leave tomorrow."

Adult Qiao Qiao also wondered if she was being overly sensitive. She turned to look at him and huffed, "Humph! If I leave as soon as I arrive, won't everyone think I'm afraid of Mu Jingfeng?"

She pulled the light projection from the demonic eye closer, frowning as she watched the silhouettes of Mu Qingya and the others.

No matter how she looked at it, Mu Qingya seemed like a gentle, benevolent woman; she couldn't find a single flaw.

Could it really be that she was overthinking it?

"Go close all the doors and windows," Mu Qingya signaled to Grandma Qiu.

The latter immediately understood, quickly went to close all the doors and windows, then returned to Mu Qingya's side.

Mu Qingya stood up. When she saw Cong Lu about to follow her, she impatiently waved her sleeve to push her away, "Cong Lu, if you ever criticize the Second Miss in front of me again, you can leave on your own. I can't control you anymore; let your new master control you from now on."

The maid was shocked, her face instantly turning pale. She immediately knelt down, tears streaming down her face, "Madam, I, I won't dare, won't dare to casually criticize the Crown Princess again."

"Remember what you said today," Mu Qingya said coldly.

"You wait outside."

"Yes," Cong Lu wiped her tears, pitifully crawled up from the ground, then retreated outside and closed the room door again.

"This girl is simply too ill-mannered," Mu Qingya sighed.

"With Madam managing her, she'll always become more steady," Grandma Qiu said with a smile, supporting Mu Qingya's arm. Mu Qingya returned a faint smile, patted her hand, and led her behind the screen.

The two walked straight to a row of wooden cabinets in the back and exchanged glances.

Mu Qingya reached out and twisted a jade disc beside it. The left wooden cabinet slid backward, revealing a narrow passage barely wide enough for one person.

Mu Qingya and Grandma Qiu walked in, one after the other.

Unexpectedly, a small room had been built behind the wooden cabinets.

The small room contained only a small birch wood table, about a meter long, with its two corners upturned.

In the center was an object covered with a black cloth.

Mu Qingya stared blankly at the object on the table. When she turned her head sideways, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.

At this moment, Grandma Qiu had quietly walked behind her, holding a large black lacquered wooden box in her arms, her eyes flickering with cold light.

She placed the box on the ground and opened the lid.

Qiao Mu's pupils constricted slightly.