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Chapter 4522: 5.0274 Probing

Qiao Mu launched a kick that landed squarely on Haza's right leg.

The latter stumbled, staggering forward a few steps, nearly falling into the seawater again.

Haza scrambled awkwardly to the shore, not daring to look back. With a whistle, he led his royal guard team members, looking utterly disheveled, splashing into the sea and fleeing for their lives.

Watching their cowardly demeanor, Young Master Rong and the others couldn't help but scoff.

They arrived with such grandeur, only to flee in such a pathetic, scrambling mess.

Qiao Mu turned to Old Granny Long and the others. "Granny, there's something I'd like to ask you. Can we talk privately?"

"Little benefactor is too polite. Feel free to ask whatever you wish; this old woman will tell you everything she knows without reservation."

—Qiao's Dividing Line—

"Greetings, Madam." Moving aside the cabin door, a young man stepped out and bowed to Mu Qingya.

The latter, with a stern expression, nodded slightly, lightly tugging at the brocade sash on her arm, and briefly glanced at the man. "I heard, Pharmacist Zeng was once an apprentice at the Huichun Pharmacy in Licheng?"

"Yes," Zeng Zhengyang nodded, lowering his head and retreating a few steps.

"How is my daughter now?"

"I have already used medicine to treat Young Mistress's wounds. But Young Mistress's injuries are quite severe and require a period of good recuperation," Zeng Zhengyang said in a deep voice.

Mu Qingya looked at him again. "Do you know now who you are following?"

Zeng Zhengyang maintained a calm demeanor, speaking softly, "There are some things I don't need to understand too clearly. I only know that Young Mistress gave me an opportunity to advance. Young Mistress is my benefactor and master."

Mu Qingya nodded in satisfaction. "Good, I understand. You may leave first."

Zeng Zhengyang did not object and immediately withdrew.

Mu Qingya pushed aside the bed curtains and walked over, seeing her daughter half-reclining on the bed, holding a porcelain cup, and smilingly looking at her.

Mu Qingya's heart softened inexplicably. She sat down by her daughter's bedside and sighed, "You, child, are too bold. Didn't I tell you not to provoke that person easily?"

"Mother, you can rest assured now. Daughter's judgment of people is still quite good," Mu Xiaoxue said with a smile, looking at her mother. "Although Zeng Zhengyang isn't a famous doctor, given time, he will definitely become my right-hand man."

"He is indeed a good young man," Mu Qingya praised, raising her hand to hold her daughter's soft hand. "Daughter, you were too careless this time. I warned you long ago that the Crown Princess is not someone easy to deal with. If you encountered her, you should have just avoided her from a distance. Why did you provoke her again and again?"

Mu Xiaoxue's smiling face gradually became solemn, and it seemed as if shards of ice danced in her dark eyes.

She suddenly slammed her fist onto the bed. "Why should I hide from her?"

She just wanted to probe and see what kind of person that opponent, whom her mother constantly praised, truly was.

Who would have thought, who would have thought she would be forced into such a desperate situation?

Thinking of how she was like a stray dog in that secret realm, relentlessly chased and beaten by that fierce stoic, like a dog driven into a corner.

Mu Xiaoxue couldn't contain her anger and trembled excitedly. "Mother, Mother."