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Chapter 4860: Not Following the Script

First Young Master Qin's gaze swept coldly over Miss Fang, his expression indifferent. "Take her away."

"Let go, let go, let go of me! How dare you treat me like this? Ah, you! Release me! Let go..." Miss Fang shrieked angrily, but the guards unceremoniously dragged her away from the crowd.

"Miss, Miss." Steward Gu hastily chased after her, frantic.

The Qin Estate guards wasted no more words on Miss Fang this time, directly grabbing her arms and dragging the continuously wailing Miss Fang away.

Murong Yan and Murong Zhao exchanged silent glances, then shook their heads wordlessly and withdrew their gazes.

It was a good thing they canceled the engagement with this Miss Fang early on.

If they had truly married her, with her intelligence, wouldn't their home be in constant turmoil?

Qiao Mu withdrew her gaze, letting her eyes subtly sweep over the crowd.

Back in her tent, the little stoic sat at the table, unconsciously spinning a cup in her hand, lost in thought for a long time.

Murong Fei yawned, about to pull back the covers and continue sleeping, when she turned and saw Qiao Mu deep in thought.

"What's wrong?" Murong Fei opened her mouth, one hand clutching a corner of the quilt, her movements paused.

Qiao Mu snapped out of it, turning to look at her. "Nothing, go rest."

Murong Fei pulled back the covers and climbed onto the low table beside her, picked up another clean teacup, poured some water, and smiled. "Don't worry, only someone as foolish as Miss Fang would fall for such an obvious trick. Anyone with a bit of alertness probably wouldn't..."

Qiao Mu suddenly reached out and pressed down on her hand.

Murong Fei's movement of raising the cup abruptly stopped, her hand pushed down by Qiao Mu. The cup made a faint "clink" as it landed on the wooden low table.

Qiao Mu picked up the teacup, frowned, and sniffed it. Her expression turned serious. "This tea can't be drunk."

Murong Fei was startled, her face instantly filled with a tense expression. "But you just drank some!"

"It's not the tea itself," Qiao Mu took out a small knife and scraped a layer of powder from the rim of the cup.

Murong Fei immediately tightened her fingers, her entire body stiffening as she sat upright. "Someone coated the rim of the cup with medicinal powder."

"Quickly go inform your two brothers."

As soon as Qiao Mu spoke, Murong Fei, disregarding her disheveled attire, merely threw on an outer garment and dashed out.

Qiao Mu also followed, but then saw a slight movement in a nearby tent, and a black shadow vanished in a flash.

The little stoic sneered, stopping in her tracks. "Array diagram!"

She swept a paper slip from under her sleeve, and the array diagram transformed into a phantom, instantly enveloping the entire camp.

Using her current position as the origin, she quickly set up a containment array within minutes.

Dozens of flying needles scattered from her body, soaring towards the four directions of the array.

Does he really think everyone is as foolish as Miss Fang?

That if she's lured out, she'll chase after him alone?

Hmph! She absolutely won't chase!

At this moment, the black-clad figure hidden in the shadows couldn't help but curse inwardly: This little freak really doesn't follow the script.

Now the entire camp was enveloped by the containment array. If he tried to forcefully break through, he would definitely be exposed.

Damn little brat, he never expected to be outmaneuvered by this girl.

He had thought that after what just happened, the little brat would surely be exhausted physically and mentally. He never expected her to still be so vigilant, detecting an anomaly on the cup rim in mere moments.

The camp, which had only been quiet for less than half an hour, erupted into commotion once more.