The next morning, Liu Liu was sleeping soundly when her face tickled. A small hand kept touching her face. Without thinking, she knew who it was.
The only person who dared to disturb her sleep so early in the morning was her precious son.
Liu Liu deliberately closed her eyes, letting the little hand move from her face downwards. Finally, she couldn't help but mutter softly, "Why hasn't Mother woken up yet? How strange."
Liu Liu held back her laughter, feeling uncomfortable. She reached out and pulled Mu Xing's small body onto the bed, tickling him. The little fellow was also ticklish and couldn't help but giggle, begging, "Mother, Mu Xing won't dare anymore, Mother. It's so itchy."
"Will you dare to disturb Mother's sleep next time?" Liu Liu asked with a smile. Mu Xing's body was held down, and he was ticklish, so he quickly nodded, "I won't dare to disturb you again, Mu Xing won't dare."
Only then did Liu Liu release him, sit up, and support her son, asking seriously, "Mu Xing, did you practice martial arts today?"
"I did. Mu Xing wanted to tell Mother something. I wonder if Mother will agree?" His cute little face had a cautious look in his eyes, and his lips curved into a sweet smile, revealing two deep dimples that could intoxicate one's heart.
Liu Liu sighed. This kid was playing cute again. She wasn't falling for it. She put on an equally beautiful face and said sternly, "That depends on what Mu Xing says. If it's excusable, Mother will agree. If it violates principles, Mother will definitely not agree."
Little Mu Xing didn't understand what his mother's principles meant. However, listening to her, it seemed that as long as there was a valid reason, it would be fine. He immediately smiled and said, "Mother, can we stay a few more days?"
Liu Liu was stunned. So Mu Xing wanted to stay longer. It seemed he liked playing with A Bu. She hadn't planned to leave anyway. If she were to leave, she had to expose Bu Xiangyin's true face first, otherwise, it would be too irresponsible.
She wanted to see how Bu Xiangyin died. Liu Liu thought grimly, her expression somewhat serious. Mu Xing saw his mother's stern expression and thought she was angry. He quickly shook her arm.
"Mother, don't be angry. Mu Xing was just joking. Mu Xing will go back with Mother."
Liu Liu came back to her senses. Mu Xing was too sensitive. She quickly shook her head gently, "Mother didn't say no. Mother was thinking about something else just now and is not angry with Mu Xing. Mother knows Mu Xing wants to spend time with A Bu, right?"
"Mhm," Mu Xing nodded, his face brightening, a smile blooming at the corners of his lips, making his face so radiant. His eyes were dark, bright, and spirited. He quickly jumped off the bed, smiling happily, "Mother, then I'll go tell A Bu, okay? A Bu will definitely be very happy."
"Alright, go," Liu Liu waved.
A Bu had just lost his mother and must be very sad. Having Mu Xing accompany him would be much better. Children also need friendship, as could be seen from Mu Xing.
Since he came to Wanfeng Villa, he had become much livelier, not as reserved as before. The innocence that a child should have was slowly returning.
This was what Liu Liu was happiest about. She didn't want Mu Xing to be precocious like a little adult, carrying adult thoughts too early. That would be too tiring.
As soon as Mu Xing ran out, he heard Cui'er's voice from afar, "Mu Xing, run slower. No one is snatching A Bu from you. Run slower."
Liu Liu sat on the bed and laughed. This kid's impatience hadn't changed. Hong You walked in to help Liu Liu get up and have breakfast. Since there was nothing to do, she read a book in the room for a while.
In the Feng family's garden, jade balustrades, green screens layered like mountains, and fragrant flowers and plants created a splendid scene. Cui'er sat on a long bench in the distance, under a tall willow tree that cast its shade over her.
She quietly felt the breeze, guarding Mu Xing, watching him play happily with A Bu on the garden lawn. Beside them, a slightly younger girl occasionally babbled, sometimes saying, "Brother," making the scene very heartwarming.
But at this moment, a clear, cold voice broke the warm scene.
"Whose child is this? So beautiful," a figure in pink stood by the corridor, leaning against a pillar, looking at the children in the garden. Her slender finger pointed at Mu Xing, who was the most radiant among them, and asked the little maid behind her.
The little maid quickly and politely replied, "Replying to Miss Bu, this is Young Master Mu Xing, the younger brother of Young Master Qi Ye."
"He's quite cute," Bu Xiangyin said faintly, a smile that was like a light breeze, like rain, hard to grasp and disappearing quickly, returning to her usual coldness.
Cui'er was naturally happy to hear someone praise Mu Xing. She looked up and saw that the face under the corridor was exactly the same as her mistress's. Cui'er's heart pounded violently.
She knew this woman was not her mistress, because her mistress was still in the room. But who was this person?
Exactly the same. Could she be the person who had confused her mistress last night? No wonder her mistress was confused. It turned out someone looked so much like her and had returned to the Emperor's side. What did this woman want to do?
As Cui'er watched in fear and trembling, she suddenly heard a scream beside her ear. She knew it was bad. It turned out Mu Xing had seen this woman. She really didn't know if the little fellow could distinguish that this woman was not his mother. If he called out the wrong name, it would be trouble.
Thinking of this, Cui'er quickly rushed to Mu Xing's side. Mu Xing had already led A Bu and the little girl who had just learned to walk to the woman, separated by a wooden fence.
Mu Xing's eyes flashed with surprise. He looked the woman, who looked exactly like his mother, up and down. But this person was not his mother. His mother would smile gently when she saw him and look at him with affection. This woman, however, looked at him with a cold gaze, as if appreciating something.
But why did she look exactly like his mother? Mu Xing opened his watery eyes in confusion and looked at the woman with a forced smile.
"Who are you? I've never seen you before."
Bu Xiangyin frowned. How could this little brat have no manners at all? No wonder people said Qi Ye was both good and evil, judging by his younger brother's lack of upbringing. Displeasure was evident in her eyes, but she managed to hold back, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her lips.
"Little friend, what's your name? You can call me Auntie."
"Auntie?" Mu Xing almost spat it out. He could see the disdain in her eyes. Did she think he would pay attention to her?
The problem was why she looked exactly like Mu Xing's mother. However, her character was no comparison to his mother's; it was too poor. Mu Xing ignored Bu Xiangyin and turned to look at A Bu.
"A Bu, why does your family have such a disgusting relative? She likes to call herself an auntie as soon as she opens her mouth, like a big idiot."
Mu Xing was A Bu's idol. Hearing Mu Xing's words, A Bu immediately shook his head and raised his chubby little hands, "Mu Xing, my family doesn't have this relative. I don't know where she came from."
Mu Xing's eyes widened in disbelief when he heard this. He pointed at Bu Xiangyin and said, "Could this be a ghost? Or a demon?"
He looked very confused. Bu Xiangyin, hearing Mu Xing's words, turned green with anger. She never expected Qi Ye's brother to be so mischievous and lacking in upbringing. If it weren't for Qi Ye being difficult to deal with,
She would have taught this brat a good lesson. Her expression changed several times.