Cui'er's heart bloomed with joy upon hearing Mu Xing's words, but she forced herself to maintain a stoic expression, her face turning red from suppressed mirth.
Bu Xiangyin, failing to see the eager look on the girl's and the wet nurse's faces, felt an increase in her anger. Unable to lash out at Qi Ye's younger brother, could she not even teach a mere maid a lesson? She immediately turned and glared at Cui'er beside Mu Xing.
"You wretched servant, all of you act so presumptuously, teaching the young master to be so ill-mannered. Once you go out into the martial world, you'll be a menace!"
Bu Xiangyin was indirectly scolding Mu Xing. Although Mu Xing was young, he was naturally intelligent and understood this woman's words were directed at him. His expression darkened.
He knew that normally no one dared to provoke him, but now an oblivious woman had appeared, and she looked just like his mother. Was she impersonating his mother?
Mu Xing's memories of this were somewhat blurry, but he was very angry now. When he got angry, he did terrifying things. Thus, he smiled adorably at Bu Xiangyin.
"Are you talking about me?"
Bu Xiangyin rolled her eyes. *You're smart enough to know what's being said about you.* A smile played on her lips.
"Young master, Xiangyin wouldn't dare speak of the young master. I was merely saying a few words on the young master's behalf about this maid. I hope the young master won't mind."
Mu Xing's expression suddenly turned grim, and a hint of ferocity appeared on his small face.
Bu Xiangyin was startled. This child was only five years old, so why did he have such an evil and overbearing look? She couldn't help but take a step back.
But with a wave of Mu Xing's small hand, Bu Xiangyin felt something fall into her mouth. Frightened, she quickly swallowed it, but the thing dissolved as soon as it entered her throat, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
Bu Xiangyin's face changed drastically, and she stared at Mu Xing with terrifying eyes.
"What did you give me?"
"What did I give you?" Mu Xing innocently spread his fair and tender little hands and turned to look at Abu beside him. Abu immediately cooperated by shaking his head, "I didn't see anything."
Mu Xing then looked at the young girl behind Bu Xiangyin. "Did you see what I gave her?"
The young girl, receiving the cold gaze from Young Master Abu, dared not utter a single word.
This Miss Bu was a guest and would leave sooner or later, but this young master was the young master of the Feng family. If she spoke carelessly, her future days would be difficult. Therefore, she shook her head, "Your servant saw nothing?"
"What? You?"
Bu Xiangyin was surprised that the maid serving her would say that. Then she remembered that she was originally a maid of the Feng residence.
With the young master of the mansion standing by this dead child, how could she possibly speak in her favor? Moreover, Bu Xiangyin felt a pain in her throat. When she tried to speak, she found she couldn't. This terrified her, and her face turned pale as she desperately tried to open her mouth.
Her hoarse throat could only produce muffled sounds, and no voice came out. Mu Xing looked at Bu Xiangyin's appearance and amusedly asked Abu beside him, "Have you seen a chicken that had its throat slit? It looks just like this."
Abu took a serious look and nodded, saying "oh."
Although Cui'er was happy that Mu Xing had managed to prank Bu Xiangyin, seeing her current state, she worried that Mu Xing might get into trouble and was preparing to lead him away. Just then, a cold voice sounded, "Liu'er, what's wrong with you?"
Upon hearing the voice, Cui'er knew it could only be Feng Xie and quickly lowered her head.
Even though she had changed her attire and disguised her face, she still felt a bit timid in her heart. However, Feng Xie's mind was entirely focused on Bu Xiangyin at this moment, paying no attention to Cui'er's demeanor.
A mist of tears welled up in Bu Xiangyin's pained eyes. She pointed her slender hand at Mu Xing, then at her neck. Feng Xie didn't understand what Bu Xiangyin was gesturing to. His body was filled with rage, and he quickly shot a cold glare at the little girl beside him, "Speak! What happened?"
The little girl, seeing the violent man before her with a dark and fierce gaze, as if a god of slaughter had descended, was already trembling with fear. She quickly knelt down and said, "It was Young Master Mu Xing. I don't know what medicine he gave Miss Bu, and that's why Miss Bu became like this?"
Upon hearing the little girl's words, Feng Xie, already furious, flashed out of the corridor, grabbed Mu Xing's small body with his large hand, and coldly questioned, "What did you give her?"
Although Mu Xing was young, his personality was rather stubborn. Hearing this man's enraged questioning, he retorted with a cold snort.
"I'm not telling you. What can you do to me?" His cute little face was now filled with ferocity, and he glared coldly at Feng Xie.
Despite his small stature, the ferocity in his eyes was intense. Feng Xie trembled, thinking that this child would become a formidable figure when he grew up.
However, he needed him to hand over the antidote now, and then he wouldn't trouble him. After all, children were mischievous. He said in a deep voice.
"Hand over the antidote, and I'll let you go."
Mu Xing ignored him completely. Although he knew many strange and peculiar things, had a sharp mind, and could even administer poison, he had no martial arts skills. He found learning them tedious and was always lazy, so he hadn't learned much.
At this moment, being held aloft by Feng Xie and swung back and forth, he still felt a bit scared. Coupled with his anger and frustration, he burst into loud cries. While crying, he struggled and did not forget to curse.
"I won't tell you. What can you do? You damn bastard, bullying a child! I'll have my brother get revenge for me. When I grow up, I'll find you and get revenge. I'll cut you up and feed you to the fish. How dare you bully me?"
Feng Xie's face turned green at the barrage of curses in his ears. This little brat was indeed difficult to deal with.
When he looked cute, who would have thought of his current cunning? But seeing him cry so heartbrokenly, even Feng Xie, who was being cursed at, felt a pang of sympathy. Shouldn't he be angry, furious?
As Feng Xie was feeling this way and preparing to put him down to speak to him kindly, after all, he was just a child, before he could even put him down, a strong gust of wind swept past, and his hands were suddenly empty.
Looking around, he saw Qi Ye, wearing a silver mask, holding Mu Xing as he swooped down. After a few turns, he landed on the ground, glaring furiously at Feng Xie.
"What are you doing? A grown man bullying a child. It probably doesn't look good if this gets out."
Feng Xie was furious. The little brat was clearly in the wrong, yet he was twisting things around. What an ill-bred fellow, just like his brother.
Feng Xie's expression suddenly turned grim, and a chilling aura emanated from him. He spoke with icy disdain, "How dare you! Qi Ye, tell your brother to hand over the antidote immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite."
Liu Liu's face turned grim. Mu Xing, in her arms, hugged her neck and quickly employed his soft tactics. Tears still lingered on his small face as he continued to speak.
"Brother, this person wanted to kill me. If Brother hadn't appeared, Mu Xing wouldn't have seen Brother anymore. Mu Xing was so scared."
Upon hearing Mu Xing's words, Liu Liu's expression grew even more displeased.
Regardless of whether Mu Xing was telling the truth or not, seeing a grown man bully a child gave her a strong sense of dislike.
Moreover, this child was his son. Although he didn't know it, she, who knew the truth, hated him and detested him. Everything he did was to protect others.
Therefore, Liu Liu didn't reprimand Mu Xing. She raised her face, her silver mask shimmering in the light, and her beautiful eyes were filled with biting coldness.
"I don't want you to touch my brother again. As for him poisoning someone, if you are a mature and sensible man, you should know that you should come to me for this matter. I will make him produce the antidote. Yet, you did the opposite. Even if you killed him, he wouldn't give you the antidote."
Liu Liu knew her son's stubbornness. Only by using gentle persuasion could he be made to comply. Another point was that only when she, his mother, stepped forward would he compromise.
Feng Xie knew his approach was wrong, but seeing Bu Xiangyin still looking at him in pain by the corridor, he felt a bit of heartache. His voice was as cold as a demon from hell, devoid of any warmth. "Still make him hand over the antidote."