Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

For someone like Mu Wanqing who has a strong desire for control, it is necessary to constantly pull her apart and break through the rules and regulations she sets for herself and others.

The best way is to show her the world and establish an image of unwavering resolve in front of her.

Therefore, Murong Fu could not spoil her as much as he spoiled Zhong Ling. After all, if he, Murong Fu, wanted to show a good attitude, what kind of attitude would Mu Wanqing have?

Half an hour later, Mu Wanqing said it was time to go back to the inn to rest.

Zhong Ling was still not satisfied, but after seeing Mu Wanqing's gaze, she looked up at Murong Fu beside her and then lowered her head again.

A'Zhu could tell that neither the young master nor her little sister had had enough fun, so she offered to escort Mu Wanqing back to the inn before returning herself.

Murong Fu and Zhong Ling went into a teahouse to watch a play and wait for A Zhu to return.

On the way, A'Zhu and Mu Wanqing brought back all the things that Murong Fu had bought to the inn, in large and small bags.

After A'Zhu left, Mu Wanqing asked for hot water to take a bath. Then she changed into new pajamas and lay down on the silk quilt embroidered with peony branches. She had lived a simple and frugal life before and did not care about these things, but she naturally recognized that the things used here were extremely luxurious, yet she felt no happiness at all.

A'Zhu treated her well. Murong Fu was indeed somewhat annoying, but what bothered her the most was that Zhong Ling stopped listening to her after meeting Murong Fu.

This should also be blamed on Murong Fu; it's all Murong Fu's fault!

Just now at the night market, there were things he liked, but he only bought them for that little girl Zhong Ling.

Mu Wanqing turned over and sighed again.

Sigh, his martial arts skills seem to be even higher than that strange man with the iron staff (Duan Yanqing). He could cripple that villain Yun Zhonghe with a simple finger strike in the air.

Even with all my crossbow bolts, they couldn't harm him in the slightest...

Mu Wanqing, who usually falls asleep very quickly, is now wide awake, her mind filled with Murong Fu's hateful face.

Half an hour later, Mu Wanqing was still tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, but Murong Fu and his entourage had already left satisfied. Zhong Ling, carrying the large and small bags that Murong Fu had bought for her, entered her and Mu Wanqing's room with the bells ringing.

Although she was walking very carefully for fear of waking Mu Wanqing, there were too many things, and the gold and jade were clashing, so she didn't have a good solution.

Mu Wanqing, who possessed martial arts skills, was already sharp-witted and had excellent hearing and eyesight. Tonight, unable to sleep, she found the sound even more annoying.

Finally, Zhong Ling placed all the bags on the table and floor. Just when Mu Wanqing felt it was time for some peace and quiet, Zhong Ling began removing her hairpins, necklace, and bracelets...

Although the sound was very soft, Mu Wanqing was in a bad mood. Zhong Ling's breathing, the rustling of clothes, and the slight vibration of the jewelry she was holding all annoyed her.

Mu Wanqing originally thought she could just bear it and it would pass, but she didn't expect that Zhong Ling would take more than half an incense stick's time to pick it.

Mu Wanqing's breathing became increasingly heavy. She opened her eyes, stood up, and said:

"Zhong Ling, why aren't you ready yet?!"

How much did Murong Fu buy for you?

Zhong Ling was taken aback. Seeing that Mu Wanqing was still awake, she quickly took off all the ornaments from her head, making a jingling sound.

Zhong Ling was picking the fruit slowly because she saw that Mu Wanqing was asleep, so she didn't want to make any noise. That's why she was picking so slowly. But she didn't expect that this would cause Mu Wanqing to suffer from chronic torment for a longer period of time.

After tidying up, Zhong Ling walked over with a grin, took off her slippers and outer garment, and got into Mu Wanqing's bed. She pressed her body against Mu Wanqing's, who had no choice but to move in with a dark face.

"Sister Mu, if I had known you weren't asleep, I wouldn't have come back so early."

"What a pity, you didn't see how amazing that juggling was, brother-in-law..."

Mu Wanqing was displeased to hear Zhong Ling mention Murong Fu again:

"Don't talk to me about him anymore, I don't like him."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ling silently made a face, thinking to herself: You're so fierce. You don't like people, and they don't like you either.

Then Zhong Ling tried not to mention Murong Fu, and told Mu Wanqing about the fun things they did afterward.

Mu Wanqing was also a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, so she was naturally interested in these new gadgets. Before long, Zhong Ling became more and more enthusiastic as he talked. The two of them got up, put on their clothes, and lit the lamp. Zhong Ling then took out each item and explained it to Mu Wanqing.

"Sister Mu, look at this hairpin. It has butterflies made of silver and gemstones on it. Try it on."

As Zhong Ling spoke, she took an exquisite hairpin and handed it to Mu Wanqing.

Upon seeing it, Mu Wanqing thought to herself that it was indeed exquisite and beautiful, but she showed no expression and did not reach out to take it. Instead, she said unhappily:

"This is a gift from your brother-in-law to Miss Zhong, not to me."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ling paused for a moment, then laughed:

"You, you, I said I didn't want it anymore, but my brother-in-law... he said:"

"Don't take it back too. Maybe Miss Mu will like it. I was angry with her today not because I don't like her, but because she treated me so badly."

I, Murong Fu, have always responded in kind, so why would I really hold a grudge against a child?

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing pursed her lips and said, "Who cares if he likes... calling me a child? He's not that old, is he?"

Thinking back to the first time I saw Murong Fu today, his face was like a jade sculpture, shining brightly in the sunlight. If it weren't for his calm demeanor and deep eyes, his skin would actually look more youthful than mine.

Mu Wanqing practiced martial arts from a young age and often rode horses. Although she wore a bamboo hat and a black veil over her face, her skin still showed signs of wind and rain, especially her hands. Because she often held weapons, her knuckles were large and her hands had calluses on the base of her thumbs.

She was naturally puzzled as to why Murong Fu, with such high martial arts skills, showed no signs of training, but she was unwilling to ask because of Murong Fu's tough attitude towards her.

But a woman's curiosity about a man is often the beginning of her descent into infatuation.

Moreover, Mu Wanqing had no idea why Murong Fu was so harsh towards her, yet so gentle towards A'Zhu and Zhong Ling, never reflecting on his own shortcomings...

As for Murong Fu's health, it was naturally thanks to the Mingyu Gong, which has an anti-aging effect even better than the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts.

Mu Wanqing had been thinking hard, but she couldn't resist the temptation and accepted the hairpin.

Although she was raised by her mother, Qin Hongmian, as an assassin rather than a daughter, she never wore jewelry and only carried hidden weapons.

But this was only because her true nature had been suppressed. Now, when she saw the jewelry, she was genuinely happy. The two sisters swapped the jewelry, praised each other, and laughed together.

As a result, the two sisters didn't get up until noon the next day.

The classic mutual accusation session began, but the two still had a deep bond. They blamed each other while cleaning up, with Mu Wanqing doing most of the talking and Zhong Ling pouting the most.

But once they stepped out of the room, the two sisters seemed to have made up and hurriedly went downstairs together.

The waiter told them that Murong Fu had been waiting for them in the private room yesterday.

Seeing that the dozen or so dishes in front of Murong Fu were completely different from those of yesterday, and each dish was smaller, it seemed that Murong Fu had already finished lunch.

Listening to some music and eating sunflower seeds, I'm having a wonderful time.

After the two reached the door, Murong Fu didn't turn his head, but said loudly:

"Hmm, you're awake?"