Chapter 1965: The River of Petals Eradicates All Evils, Slaps Lady Wang (First of Three, Requesting Subscription)

Mu Wanhqing slowly retracted her true qi, and everyone landed gently on the ground.

Abi and Azhu were slightly weak in the legs, their faces pale.

After all, this was their first time flying into the sky—the thrill was still too great for them.

Black Rose snorted loudly, her eyes filled with disdain.

These two are useless; unlike her, she's always so calm.

Mu Wanhqing smiled inwardly, remembering clearly how Black Rose had first been flown—her hooves trembling, unable to stand steady.

"Ji!"

The Lightning Weasel crawled out of its beast pouch, eyes lively, leaping onto Black Rose's back and gazing around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

Having experienced two flights already, it had grown accustomed—and become bold, no longer hiding in unfamiliar places but instead jumping about with brazen arrogance.

In an instant, it leapt from the horse's back into the flower bed.

Zhong Ling called out a few times, and it returned, dragging a white object in its mouth, placing it before Zhong Ling.

Zhong Ling examined it closely and gasped in shock.

The white object was a finger bone—pale white, hollowed out, clearly indicating the person had been dead for a long time.

Mu Wanhqing sneered: "This is the doing of that Lady Wang."

Using humans as fertilizer for flowers—even Mu Wanhqing, a martial world disciple who had killed many, looked down on such a thing.

She was cruel and heartless, not a monster who buried people beneath her own residence.

Azhu gave an awkward laugh and explained; Zhong Ling was startled, but only calmed when she remembered Mu Wanhqing was beside her.

Just then, footsteps sounded, and a clear, melodious voice came: "Who are you? Oh? Azhu, Abi—you're here? Did Cousin Mu send you?"

As the voice faded, a graceful figure approached from afar.

She wore a pale pink gauze robe, her long hair tied with a white ribbon, surrounded by blooming trees, as if stepped from a painting.

The young girl hurried forward, barely glancing at Mu Wanhqing or Zhong Ling—her eyes fixed entirely on Azhu and Abi.

Azhu shook her head: "This time, it wasn't Young Master Murong who sent us."

"Ah!" Wang Yuyan's face fell with disappointment. "Since Cousin Mu left, so much time has passed—has there been not even a single word?"

Azhu shook her head: "How could I possibly know what Young Master Murong is doing?"

Abi chuckled: "Yes, Cousin, don't put us in this position. Don't forget—he's the master of the house; we're just maids. How could we dare inquire into his affairs?"

Wang Yuyan sighed softly, then turned to Mu Wanhqing and Zhong Ling, seeing two women of peerless beauty—rare even in the world—and felt a quiet pang.

"May I ask who you two are?"

Wang Yuyan asked, her gaze fixed on Azhu. "Are these new maids from Cousin Mu's household?"

As she spoke, a hint of bitterness crept into her tone.

Could it be that Cousin Mu hasn't come to the Mantuo Shanzhuang all this time because his home now has several beautiful concubines?

Azhu's expression turned subtle: "Speaking of Sister Mu and Sister Zhong Ling—they have deep ties with us!"

Wang Yuyan was puzzled.

How could a secluded maiden like herself have any connection with these two strange girls?

Zhong Ling giggled: "Sister Mu, is this your sister?"

Wang Yuyan was startled.

She didn't remember having any sisters or brothers!

Mu Wanhqing nodded: "Yes. She is your sister."

Wang Yuyan froze, staring at Azhu.

Azhu then recounted her origins and added: "Since Sister Mu says you're our sister, your father must be Prince Duan."

Wang Yuyan's face turned ashen, unable to believe it.

She wasn't the pure, untainted Young Lady Wang after all—she was the child of her mother's affair with Prince Duan?

She had always prided herself on purity; the thought of such a birth filled her with revulsion.

As she pondered, a flurry of footsteps approached.

Then, shadowy figures emerged nearby—old women surrounded them, followed by a brazen voice: "Azhu, Abi, you little sluts—how dare you bring outsiders into the Shanzhuang? Even if Murong Fu himself came, he couldn't save you. Seize them! Turn them all into fertilizer!"

At the command, several old women lunged forward like wolves.

Mu Wanhqing sneered, and with a thought, tea petals drifted down, forming a river of petals that swept forward.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

A series of soft thuds—whether the old women guarding Lady Wang or those charging forward, all died instantly. The scene fell utterly silent, not even a pin could drop.

Zhong Ling shrank back, clutching the Lightning Weasel, hiding to the side, silent.

She muttered inwardly: "So Sister Mu hasn't changed—she's still as ruthless as ever."

Lady Wang was paralyzed with terror.

Even though she came from a noble background and had seen many extraordinary martial arts, she had never witnessed anything like this.

Too terrifying.

Even if her own father and mother were here, they couldn't have pulled this off.