Ouyang Ye listened to Mu Anxiao’s questioning tone and glanced at Shu'er lying on the ground. He couldn't help but frown. "Of course, I'm serious," he said, observing the changes in Mu Anxiao's expression. "You really didn't hide the coachman."
"Why would I hide him? Besides," Mu Anxiao said with cold eyes, "you're the one who hid him, so you should be the one feeling guilty. If I found him, I'd be the first to brag to you. Of course, that's in this situation. If I were still Cao Gen, it wouldn't be certain."
Hearing Mu Anxiao's words, Ouyang Ye’s frown deepened. "Then that means you hid him."
"..." Mu Anxiao rolled her eyes at Ouyang Ye, speechless.
Seeing Mu Anxiao like this, Ouyang Ye questioned, "Why aren't you talking now? Feeling guilty?"
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao sighed helplessly and said, "Ouyang Ye, Ouyang Ye, we are truly not of the same kind. Whatever I say, you think the opposite. It's really too much." She finished speaking, pouted, and glared fiercely at Ouyang Ye.
Ouyang Ye was confused. "No, what exactly are you trying to express by saying all this?"
"I'm saying, if I were Cao Gen, I wouldn't tell you if I hid the coachman. But," Mu Anxiao became noticeably more patient than before to make Ouyang Ye understand her meaning, "if I'm myself, I won't keep it from you. Do you understand what I mean?" She widened her eyes.
Immediately after, Ouyang Ye pondered Mu Anxiao's words carefully and then said, "You mean you didn't take the coachman."
Mu Anxiao nodded.
"Then where do you think the coachman went?" Ouyang Ye retorted.
Mu Anxiao stared blankly at Ouyang Ye's face for a few seconds and said, "You're asking me where the coachman went? I'm asking you where the coachman went. Are you sick?" After speaking, she glared at Ouyang Ye again, squatted down, and took Shu'er's wrist.
Ouyang Ye: "She's dead, is there any point in you doing this?"
"Whether she's dead or not has nothing to do with you. Let me warn you, if you dare to touch her, I'll never be done with you," Mu Anxiao said, covering Shu'er's wrist with her sleeve.
Ouyang Ye: "I don't have the leisure to touch her, but speaking of which, her life is indeed bitter."
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao looked up at Ouyang Ye as if she had heard some incredible news and asked, "What do you mean by that? Do you know her past?"
Ouyang Ye averted his gaze.
Subsequently, Mu Anxiao stood up. "I'm talking to you, do you know her past?" She stared at Ouyang Ye's face.
Ouyang Ye cleared his throat and said, "She was murdered."
"You murdered her?" Mu Anxiao deliberately attributed the crime to Ouyang Ye, aiming to provoke him into speaking the truth.
As expected, after Mu Anxiao falsely accused him, Ouyang Ye became agitated. "Can you stop talking nonsense? I don't have time to do such a thing. She was killed by that servant who delivered messages to you. Gu Yan was just helping her."
"Gu Yan was helping her?" Mu Anxiao was puzzled because, in her eyes, anyone and any demon related to Ouyang Ye were bad people. But now he was saying Gu Yan was helping Shu'er, which truly surprised her.
Ouyang Ye knew Mu Anxiao would react like this, so he began to patiently explain, "You've probably guessed my objective, haven't you?"
Hearing Ouyang Ye's words, Mu Anxiao dodged her gaze and said, "I only found out about some of your plans. I..."
"You already told Feng Qishi that I am the coachman," Ouyang Ye interrupted.
Mu Anxiao looked at Ouyang Ye's serious expression, swallowed her unspoken words, and sneered, "Shen Fengzi and I are on the same side. Naturally, what I know, he will also know. So," she said, narrowing her eyes, "if you don't want things to get too ugly, tell me, where is the coachman?" She suddenly had the illusion that Ouyang Ye was acting for her.
Conversely, Ouyang Ye frowned. "I told you, he's gone. Mu Anxiao, using this method to trick me is probably meaningless, isn't it?"
"It is quite meaningless," Mu Anxiao said, abandoning her suspicion of Ouyang Ye. "Now that you know what you want to know, can you clear my name?" She glanced at Shu'er casually.
Ouyang Ye lowered his eyes and smiled, saying, "I don't believe you only found out about some of my plans. If I'm not mistaken, you should know what I'm doing all this for, right?"
"You..." Mu Anxiao hesitated.
Ouyang Ye: "Say it boldly. Everyone else has gone to eat. I'm on guard alone."
"It was Zhao Xiang who told you," Mu Anxiao said in a low voice.
Ouyang Ye nodded slightly. "He did tell me some things, but he didn't hear some words clearly. So, I wanted to ask you, have you guessed my purpose?"
"You already know and you're asking," Mu Anxiao said lazily, no longer wanting to play coy.
Ouyang Ye smiled. "Before I knew you were alive, I thought Feng Qishi couldn't live. But," he clicked his tongue, "then I thought, if I killed him, it would alert the heavenly realm, which wouldn't be beneficial to me. However, I considered that arranging some troublesome romantic entanglements for him might be better. That way, he would die in his own marriage. But who knew that troublesome entanglements weren't as simple as I thought. I looked for so many, but none were suitable for him. Now, only Bing'er is the best candidate, but Bing'er is too young. So I thought, while preserving Bing'er's immortal fate, let Gu Yan possess her body. This way, Bing'er could grow up quickly, and then everything would be simple. Tell me, am I right."
"You think very beautifully," Mu Anxiao glared at Ouyang Ye angrily.
Ouyang Ye smiled. "It is beautiful. Now Bing'er is in your hands. If I were to fight with the little Yin messenger, the matter would be reported below immediately. So the only way now is to have Gu Yan marry Feng Qishi directly. What do you think?" He raised an eyebrow at Mu Anxiao.
Hearing Ouyang Ye's words, Mu Anxiao sneered, "You really have a way of thinking. She's a demon soul. If they get married, it will be exposed immediately, and you'll be finished too."
"Then it's her," Ouyang Ye lowered his head and stared at Shu'er.
Immediately, Mu Anxiao followed Ouyang Ye's gaze, looked down at Shu'er, and quickly said, "If you dare, I'll fight you to the death."
"Thinking about it, for troublesome romance, as long as the soul meets the standard is enough," Ouyang Ye completely ignored Mu Anxiao's words and stood up on his own. "Before, I was too rigid. Now, this is pretty good." He smiled as he spoke.