Feng Xie, after Yue Ying left, seriously contemplated Bu Xiangyin’s actions. Why was Bu Xiangyin’s personality not like Liu Liu’s from before? He had looked closely at her face; it didn’t seem like a disguise.
Moreover, her cold demeanor was the same as before. However, today in the garden, she had revealed a flaw: her strong dislike for Mu Xing.
But although the former Liu'er was arrogant, she was a kind-hearted woman. If it had been her from before, she would have stopped him from roughing up Mu Xing. But this Bu Xiangyin did nothing.
He had even seen a flicker of schadenfreude in her eyes. Could amnesia truly change a person’s personality so completely?
This was clearly unlikely. Furthermore, he had asked the maids in the Feng Residence; it was Bu Xiangyin who had provoked Mu Xing first. This woman’s personality was diverging further and further from Liu'er’s. Did she have another agenda, or was she being used by someone?
Feng Xie’s glazed eyes grew darker, bottomless, eerily cold and sharp. A smile curled the corner of his lips. "Bu Xiangyin, you’d better pray you truly are Liu'er, otherwise, I won’t make it easy for you," Feng Xie thought ruthlessly.
Suddenly, he felt a strong urge to go and speak with that little fellow named Mu Xing. For some reason, he simply liked seeing that little boy. The way his eyebrows would lift when he smiled, the way his lips would curve upwards – for some reason, that expression felt very familiar.
Feng Xie couldn't help but chuckle to himself. It seemed he was going mad from missing his child. He found the boy familiar just because he was pretty and cute. But Yu Lou was also very pretty; why didn’t he like him? He even felt some annoyance.
He always felt that child was too effeminate; he wasn’t his type. The children he liked were mischievous and naughty like Mu Xing, the kind he could reprimand anytime.
Feng Xie sighed softly in his heart, stood up, and walked out of the flower hall. Outside the door, Yue Ying stood respectfully.
"Master?"
"I’m going for a walk in the garden," Feng Xie said expressionlessly, his voice chilling. Yue Ying and Yue Ling nodded. Zhan Yun had gone on an errand, and Cai Xue was in her room. The two of them would accompany their master for a stroll around the Feng Residence.
"Yes, Master."
Feng Xie led his two subordinates out of the guest room and strolled through the Wanfeng Tea Plantation. It truly lived up to its name as a tea plantation; tea trees were visible everywhere, as if they were simply treated as decorative greenery to beautify the surroundings. It was a win-win situation.
Not only did it provide tea leaves, but it also purified the air. With the slightest breeze, the entire estate was filled with the fragrance of tea.
In reality, Feng Xie wanted to see if little Mu Xing was alright. His two subordinates understood their master’s intentions.
Therefore, they slowly took the path towards the separate courtyard. Along the way, they attracted the hushed whispers of the maids. Following the wind, one could hear these young maids talking, mostly about how handsome and charming this young master was.
Feng Xie was not interested in these matters. His heart was only set on seeing if Mu Xing had been punished by Qi Ye. The thought that he might have been punished by Qi Ye made him feel a pang of discomfort.
Just as Feng Xie thought he wouldn't encounter that little fellow, he heard happy and excited voices from the long corridor around the next corner: "Abu, do you know? My brother didn’t punish me, but he told me to be obedient next time?"
Another voice, also filled with joy, said, "Really? Wow, that’s great! It’s good that Mu Xing is fine."
Feng Xie also felt relieved upon hearing this, his body’s chill loosening. Yue Ying and Yue Ling, following behind him, exchanged glances. Their master seemed to like Qi Ye’s younger brother. Even Prince Yu Lou in the palace couldn’t gain the Emperor’s favor.
They couldn’t believe the Emperor actually liked that child; it was so strange. However, they dared not ask about it.
Following the voices, two little figures walked over. The child in front was Mu Xing, happily talking to Abu. Upon seeing the man who had threatened him earlier, Mu Xing’s face instantly turned cold. He pouted with a sullen expression, saying nothing.
Mother had forbidden him from provoking these people again. He wouldn’t provoke them, and it was best if they didn’t provoke him. With that thought, he lowered his head, preparing to walk past along the corridor.
Feng Xie, however, was not about to let him have his way. His tall figure blocked Mu Xing’s path. Mu Xing quickly looked up, glaring angrily at Feng Xie, hands on his hips, gritting his teeth and shouting.
"I didn’t provoke you this time, did I? What do you want now?"
Feng Xie was stunned for a moment. This posture was very much like a gang leader. Who had he learned this from? He didn’t feel angry; instead, he felt a surge of vitality.
Therefore, a hint of warmth touched his frosty, handsome face. His thin lips curved into a smile, and he looked at Mu Xing lazily and seductively, with his arms crossed, asking casually.
"You’re called Mu Xing, aren’t you? We’re friends again."
Upon hearing this, Mu Xing’s eyes widened even further. His little mouth parted, and he pointed at Feng Xie unceremoniously, "You say we’re friends again, and we are? I, Mu Xing, don’t regret knowing you. I’ve decided to hate you, hate you to the very end."
With that said, he didn’t bother walking past Feng Xie. He pulled Abu along and walked towards the other end of the corridor, his little head held high, looking utterly disdainful.
In the long corridor, sunlight shone on Feng Xie’s exquisite face. His jade-like, lustrous skin was tinged with a blush. He was somewhat annoyed, yet a trace of disappointment lingered.
For some reason, he felt uncomfortable hearing the child say he hated him. He turned and looked at his two subordinates behind him.
"Do I seem that detestable?"
"No, Your Majesty, how could you be detestable?" Yue Ying and Yue Ling quickly shook their heads.
Yue Ying, thinking of Mu Xing’s expression just now, couldn't help but say with admiration, "However, his arrogant and unruly demeanor at such a young age bears some resemblance to Your Majesty. Even his way of speaking is somewhat similar."
After Yue Ying spoke, Yue Ling thought about it and nodded in agreement. He truly did resemble him a bit – equally handsome, equally imperious, even their manner of speaking was arrogant.
Feng Xie was startled. So that’s how it was. No wonder he liked that child; his behavior and demeanor resembled himself somewhat.
If Liu'er hadn't died, if he hadn't aborted the child, he would have been very similar to this little fellow. His heart ached again. Why did he still feel such pain even after finding Liu'er? He would just have another child in the future, Feng Xie thought, turning to walk out.
Mu Xing’s personality was such that if he suffered a grievance, he had to get revenge, otherwise, he would feel uncomfortable. Although his mother had taught him, he truly wanted to understand why that woman looked so much like his mother. So, in the afternoon, he made plans with Abu to wander around the guest rooms, intending to sneak a peek at what that woman was doing in her room.
Behind the guest rooms was the tea plantation. The two little fellows slipped through the gaps between the tea trees and searched from one guest room to another, trying to find which one was the woman’s room.
Finally, in a room at the very back of the tea plantation, they saw the woman sitting at her dressing table, glaring malevolently to one side. Mu Xing grabbed Abu’s hand and looked over excitedly.
He saw Bu Xiangyin in the room, angrily glaring at the little maid on the ground. Her throat had healed, and she could speak now.
But thinking about what had just happened, this maid had actually sided with that brat.
This made Bu Xiangyin extremely angry. And the price of her anger was not something ordinary people could afford. Her eyes were dark and bloodshot, and a cold smile played on her lips as she looked at the trembling little maid on the ground.
"Tell me, how do you want me to punish you?"
The maid touched her cheek, which Bu Xiangyin had just slapped, feeling annoyed but not daring to say anything. She was a maid of the Feng family; who did this woman think she was?