Mu Qingyao's expression turned cold. Her figure flickered, and she broke through the curtain, directly speeding towards the ruffian.
Inside the carriage, Mei Xin and Lu'er exclaimed in unison, "Miss?"
At the same time, another silver-white figure flashed past, landing beside the ruffians almost at the same time as Mu Qingyao.
The two figures attacked simultaneously, each striking the ruffian who was about to kick someone. With a cry of "Aiya," before anyone could understand what was happening,
With a thud, the ruffian who had been beating someone fell several meters away.
In the middle of the street stood a man and a woman.
Everyone gasped, their breathing becoming difficult. Bathed in sunlight, the man and woman were as radiant as celestial beings.
The man wore a white robe, his build slender, his skin fair. He had delicate brows and eyes as deep as a pool, his ink-black hair tied up with a jade hairpin.
His noble bearing and imposing aura captivated everyone at a glance, making it impossible to look away.
The woman beside him made everyone gasp again. Her face was like a delicate painting, her brows slightly furrowed, her nose shapely, and her lips like cherries.
She, too, wore a white gown. Though simply dressed, she exuded an extraordinary elegance.
Her eyes were like placid spring water, yet held a reservoir of ice, emanating a chilling aura that made people dare not even breathe.
Who were these man and woman?
As everyone was guessing, a servant emerged from the crowd, respectfully looking at the man, "Young master, are you alright?"
The man shook his head. He closed his folding fan, adorned with painted plum blossoms, revealing his dashing demeanor.
His long, slender eyes slowly shifted to the woman beside him, a hint of playful curiosity appearing in his gaze.
Beside the woman, two maids had already appeared, holding her and asking with concern, "Miss, are you alright?"
As soon as these two maids spoke, the crowd erupted into a clamor of whispers. Who in this city didn't recognize Mei Xin and Lu'er, the maids of the third young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion?
But who was this strikingly beautiful and ethereal woman? Her radiance was dazzling, yet people dared not look directly at her, as if she were a distant star.
"Could it be the Third Young Lady Mu?"
Someone spoke, followed by a chorus of gasps. Mu Qingyao swept her cold gaze across the surroundings.
Instantly, silence fell. Her soul-stirring eyes instilled a sense of dread, making no one dare to say another word, leaving them staring at her blankly.
Mu Qingyao looked up at the ruffians who had been about to assault someone.
"Does he owe you money for food?"
"Yes, Third Young Lady." The third young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion was no one to trifle with; her father was the current Prime Minister.
Who would dare to offend her? They nodded repeatedly. Mu Qingyao cast them a cold glance and spoke in a low voice.
"Mei Xin, give them fifty taels of silver, bring this person inside, and call a doctor to treat him. If anything like this happens again?"
Mu Qingyao didn't utter another word, but the ruffians were already nodding their heads like garlic pestles. "Third Young Lady, please rest assured, we will. We will definitely treat him. Please do not worry."
Upon hearing her young lady's words, Mei Xin dared not hesitate and quickly offered fifty taels of silver.
The crowd was so quiet that not a sound could be heard. Was this the Third Young Lady Mu?
Heavens, it was all so chaotic, or were they dreaming? The Third Young Lady Mu was actually helping someone.
They heard that she was beaten by the Prince of Nan'an yesterday. Had her mind gone bad? Otherwise, why would a woman who had always bullied others suddenly think of doing good deeds?
Mu Qingyao turned away, no longer looking at anyone else. She knew she had shocked them, but she wasn't trying to please them. She simply couldn't stand to see someone die in front of her.
"Mei Xin, Lu'er, let's go."
"Yes, Miss." The mistress and her two maids walked towards the carriage. Just then, the man who had acted with her and had remained silent suddenly spoke.
"Stop!"
The sunlight slanted down, covering the entire ground. Mu Qingyao had one hand on the carriage door and one foot already stepping onto the carriage.
Hearing the magnetic, low voice from behind her, she stopped, gracefully retracting her hand and narrowing her eyes.
A cold glint flashed in her bright pupils as she looked towards the exceptionally handsome man dressed in snow-white robes.
The man cupped his fists, a smile playing on his lips. "I am Luo Yang. May I know the lady's esteemed name?"
"Luo Yang?" Mu Qingyao smiled playfully. Was it his real name or a fake one?
It was evident that this man came from an extraordinary background, his origins likely not simple. But what did that have to do with her?
Mu Qingyao ignored him and calmly boarded the carriage. Mei Xin and Lu'er followed closely. A clear, cold voice then sounded, "Let's go."
"Yes, Miss."
The coachman dared not delay. He leaped onto the carriage, skillfully flicked the reins, and drove the luxurious carriage away from the crowd.
Under the sunlight, Luo Yang's long, slender eyes held a thoughtful gleam. His eyebrows subtly raised as he smiled.
This smile stunned many around him. This man was truly handsome. Who was he?
"Young Master? She's truly rude."
A subordinate behind Luo Yang spoke with indignation, glaring at the departing carriage.
As soon as the subordinate finished speaking, someone from the crowd chimed in, "She might be rude, but do you know who she is?"
Luo Yang cupped his fists and asked gently, "May I ask, who is she?"
The man spoke with pride, "She is the third young lady Mu, the famous flirtatious woman, daughter of Prime Minister Mu of our Xian Yue Kingdom."
As soon as the man finished speaking, the onlookers burst into laughter and began to disperse, interspersed with confused murmurs.
"But the Third Young Lady Mu is truly different today. Look, she completely ignored the handsome man's greeting. Could she have lost her mind?"
"Yes, this man is so handsome. By rights, she would have made advances towards him. Why is there no reaction at all?"
The street soon quieted down. The guest who had been carried out earlier was carried back in by the ruffians.
Luo Yang and his subordinate turned to leave. In an instant, his expression darkened, and a chilling aura enveloped his face. He curled his lips and commanded in a deep voice.
"Go investigate this Third Young Lady Mu?"
"Yes, Master."
The two quickly disappeared from the street. The bustling marketplace resumed its usual activities, the minor incident of earlier already forgotten.
On the street, a luxurious carriage glided by.
Inside the carriage, a cool and beautiful woman lay quietly on the soft couch, her eyes closed, resting. Her unintentional aloofness and high status made people hesitant to provoke her.
Mei Xin and Lu'er cautiously glanced at their mistress, then exchanged glances.