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Beiting Huang sat in Mu Qingling’s dilapidated courtyard. The four walls were empty. There was a bed, a table, and a chair. She sat on the only chair, resting her elbows on the table and tapping her fingers on the table.

Her beautiful fiancée was not like the legitimate daughter of the City Lord Manor at all. Other concubine’s daughters were living better than her.

Mu Wanyue was the real daughter of the first wife. She was wearing a flowery dress and a skirt with hundreds of flowers trailing behind her. A large group of maids and old maids followed behind her. When she rushed in aggressively, she saw Beiting Huang sitting next to the broken table like a dragon sitting in the imperial palace. Her foot that was about to walk in stopped in midair.

“Ninth, Ninth Young Master? Why are you here?”

Mu Wanyue’s face was especially fake, and her words were also very fake. Beiting Huang did not believe that she did not know why she was here.

Beiting Huang looked at Mu Wanyue from the corner of her eyes. This woman was not bad-looking, but she was a little inferior to her beautiful fiancée. Mu Qingling placed a cup of hot tea beside Beiting Huang’s hand. She held it in her hand and gently twirled it. The edge of the thick porcelain teacup was missing a hole. She had never used such a lousy thing in her previous life.

Mu Qingling couldn’t help but blush. She was at a loss and didn’t know what to do. However, she saw Beiting Huang take a sip without any hesitation.

Beiting Huang’s face was really beautiful. His skin was even more delicate than a woman’s, and his eyebrows were exquisite. Especially his eyes. They were as black as the stars in the winter night. His nose was like a jade statue, and his lips were like flower petals. In the entire Luobeng City, there was no man who was more beautiful than him.

The two women stared at Beiting Huang.

“Ahem!” The old woman behind Mu Wanyue coughed lightly and reminded her, “Second Miss, Eldest Miss injured Mother Han!”

Only then did Mu Wanyue recall that the only person sitting in this room was a good-for-nothing, and she had even been bewitched by his appearance. She was instantly enraged and raised her hand to point at Mu Qingling. “On Madam’s orders, arrest her!”

Bang!

The teacup was slammed heavily on the table, and Beiting Huang raised an eyebrow. Mu Wanyue felt as if a sharp sword was stabbing at her. Was this the good-for-nothing? Her eldest sister’s fiancé was the good-for-nothing who couldn’t gather spiritual energy and was chased around like a dog all day.

“I want to see who dares to touch her!” Beiting Huang pointed her index finger at Mu Qingling. “She’s mine. I want to see who dares to touch her!”

“Ninth Young Master, you’re exaggerating!” Mu Wanyue sneered. “Why wouldn’t we dare to move? Attack!”

Whoosh!

As soon as Mu Wanyue’s voice fell, the teacup in front of Beiting Huang shot towards Mu Wanyue’s lower abdomen like an arrow. Mu Wanyue was a fourth-grade Spiritual Practitioner after all. Although she was caught off guard, her reaction was exceptionally sharp. She was stuck at the door and could not dodge in time. She hurriedly pulled a maidservant beside her to block her. With a dull thud, a small teacup hit the maidservant’s chest as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

The maidservant did not even have time to groan before she collapsed to the ground like a broken sack.

She was dead!

How was this possible?

Mu Wanyue couldn’t believe it. She squatted down and checked the maid’s breathing. There was no longer any breathing. She stood up and said in exasperation, “Beiting Huang, you killed my maid?”

“The person I want to kill is you, not your maid!” Beiting Huang said slowly. Then, she turned to Mu Qingling and said gently, “Good girl, get me another glass of water!”