Chapter 392: About Your Family

M Guo Imperial Palace, it is now 2 p. m.

Mu Xianyan sat on a garden lounge chair, scrolling her phone, her mind filled with a bit of confusion.

Up to now she still hasn't figured out why Mu Xianqi summoned her here… She… a few days ago, as instructed, she rushed here; just as she entered the palace, his sister had an accident.

Everyone's attention was drawn; Mu Xianqi was surrounded by a crowd, having no time to attend to her.

A few days later, Mu Xianqi went back to Y Guo with others; before leaving, he told her to stay here… She might as well have stayed in Y Guo and not come here.

"I really can't figure him out." Mu Xianyan murmured softly, the screen light casting on her fair face, then she shook her head, "Forget it, just treat it as seeing my sister."

She adjusted to a more comfortable posture; her phone suddenly vibrated, and the familiar note on the caller ID caught her eye, making her distracted gaze twitch slightly.

Mu Xianyan swiped to answer; a male voice, deliberately suppressing urgency, came through the earpiece: "Princess Yan, check Weibo..."

"Oh, you still care about my affairs? I thought it was my little assistant." Mu Xianyan raised her eyebrows; turns out it's again the person asking her about this matter.

The person on the other end's breath obviously paused, then switched to fluent Z language with a hint of foreign accent, still speaking urgently: "Quickly look, I have an emergency here, I'll hang up first."

That matter had been brewing since last night; as the person being discussed, Mu Xianyan had already noticed, so there was no need for him to specially call to remind her—her little assistant would tell her.

Mu Xianyan's fingertip pressed against the earpiece, she gave a light laugh: "You just let me see? Aren't you curious?"

"If you're willing to say, I'm willing to listen."

"Hang up, I don't want to say." Mu Xianyan made a soft "tsk", not waiting for a reply, she directly hung up.

The screen went dark; she lifted her gaze toward the distant royal palace, her thoughts also drifting far away, not retrieving them for a long time.

Lost in thought, a gentle footstep sounded behind her; Mu Xianyan turned her head, seeing Ruo Ya in a palace banquet gown walking slowly toward her, her posture dignified.

"Ruo Ya sister." Mu Xianyan immediately stood up, her lax expression fading a bit, replaced by a more affectionate smile.

"Yan Yan," Ruo Ya raised her hand to signal the attendant nearby to step back, then sat opposite her, voice gentle: "Yan Yan, just stay seated, no need to rise."

Mu Xianyan agreed repeatedly, then sat down again.

Ruo Ya is a longtime close friend of her brother Mu Xianqi, thoughtful toward others, also on good terms with Mu Xin; over the years she has often looked after her, and she has long regarded her as a real older sister.

She tilted her head slightly; these days Ruo Ya sister basically hasn't sought her out, always busy with Qing Wei handling various affairs: "What's up, Ruo Ya sister? Aren't you busy today? I recall there's a royal court meeting."

"It's over." Ruo Ya didn't hide it: "They're discussing when to let Qing An return to M Guo to inherit the throne."

To be honest, she favors Mu Xin, and besides, she and Mu Xianqi have been longtime friends; previously she had also entertained the idea of matchmaking Qing An with Mu Xianyan.

But after seeing how they interacted once, and considering her brother's temperament, she still abandoned that thought.

"Okay." Mu Xianyan nodded upon hearing that, her face showing no extra emotion; she didn't go along to gossip about Qing An, "By the way, Ruo Ya sister, do you know why my brother summoned me?"

Ruo Ya obviously paused, then said: "About your family."

Mu Xianyan's fingers tightened then loosened; after a few seconds of silence, she put back on her initial nonchalant smile: "My family?"

Her tone took on self-mockery: "What family do I have? Just someone who was abandoned..."

"Yan Yan!" Ruo Ya involuntarily raised her voice to interrupt her, her tone turning more serious: "You clearly know I don't mean that."

Mu Xianyan didn't respond, merely lowered her eyes, unconsciously tapping the red string on her wrist that had been dug up again and again by marketing accounts.

Ruo Ya sighed, her gaze falling on that red string, her eyes slightly moving.

She certainly recognizes this red string; it has been on her wrist for five or six years, never taken off.

Back then she thought it was some precious accessory, after all Mu Xianyan is a miss of the Mu Family, an adopted daughter of the Duke's Mansion, and her ornaments are all top-tier custom-made.

Later she learned it was just an ordinary hand-woven string, even the material is the most common kind.

Yet precisely such a worthless string, Mu Xianyan has worn it for so many years, never leaving her side.

Ruo Ya had once probed indirectly; Mu Xianyan just smiled, saying "A friend gave it to me," and then refused to say more.

At this moment seeing her lower her head, Ruo Ya's eyes flickered; she isn't unaware of the internet, she knows what's causing a stir online.

"Yan Yan," Ruo Ya sighed, shifting the topic: "The person who gave you this, is he/she very important to you?"

Mu Xianyan lifted her head, meeting those all-seeing eyes, knowing what she meant, she froze for a moment: "Ruo Ya sister, why are you suddenly interested in this?"

"Because you're looking at it." Ruo Ya pointed at her wrist's red string.

Mu Xianyan lowered her head, looking at her fingers that had somehow come to rest on the red string again, suddenly feeling a bit dazed.

Yeah, she always does this; whenever she has something on her mind, she unconsciously touches this red string, as if it could calm her emotions.

"Actually, there's nothing much." Mu Xianyan leaned back, tone light: "I think it looks nice, so I've just kept wearing it."

Saying that, even she herself felt it was a stretch; Ruo Ya didn't call her out.

"That person..." Ruo Ya chose her words carefully, tone cautious: "Is that person still by your side?"

Mu Xianyan's expression unchanged, a faint smile: "Yes, of course they are, just..."

Her words trailed off, Ruo Ya's brow twitched slightly.

"Ruo Ya sister, don't look at me like that." Mu Xianyan shifted her tone, raising her carefree smile again, returning to her usual demeanor.

She shook her wrist; the red string swayed in the light: "Wearing it also looks nice, right?"

Seeing her forced smile, Ruo Ya sighed inwardly, but didn't press further.

She just patted Mu Xianyan's hand: "Fine, if you think it looks nice, wear it. However, Yan Yan, if you have any worries you can come to me; I'm always ready to listen, and if you want to know anything about your parents, you can come to me anytime."

Mu Xianyan sincerely grateful: "Okay, thank you, Ruo Ya sister."

They chatted a few more sentences, then Ruo Ya stood up and left; before leaving, she glanced back at her, her eyes holding a hint of complexity.

Mu Xianyan knew what she was thinking, but merely smiled and waved, seeing her off.

The garden returned to silence.

She took out her phone, opened Weibo, saw those comments shipping CP to the extreme, and couldn't help but utter a "tsk."

【Prodigy Fairy Tale Little Prince vs. Proud Violinist, I could ship them for ten thousand years!】

Ten thousand years?

Mu Xianyan stood up, smoothed her skirt, put her smile back on; these netizens are truly hilarious.