The Reborn Legitimate Daughter is Frivolous - Chapter 28

That evening, Qingbi received Murong Qing’s order and went to Nanyuan to tend to Liuli.

Seeing that her wounds looked much better than they had that morning, Liuli couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Early the next morning, Liuli and Qingbi followed Murong Qing out of the house.

“Miss, aren’t you afraid the Second Aunt will find out?” Qingbi asked softly.

“No,” Murong Qing replied calmly. “She came to see me yesterday and ended up at a disadvantage. She won’t cause trouble again anytime soon. Over the next few days, I need to get Liuli out of the house as soon as possible.”

Qingbi nodded and fell silent.

Liuli, however, didn’t understand what they were talking about. Doubts filled her mind, but she stubbornly kept them to herself.

Murong Qing noticed the look on her face and smiled slightly. “You’ll know soon enough what I want you to do,” she said.

Liuli looked up in surprise. Murong Qing hadn’t even turned her head toward her—how did she know what she was thinking?

She’s a noble lady. Why would she bother explaining anything to a servant?

But Liuli was thoughtful. Now she understood why Qingbi and Qinglian were so devoted to Murong Qing.

Among nobles, most young masters and ladies looked down on their servants. They wouldn’t bother explaining themselves—sometimes they wouldn’t even speak to them at all.

Her resistance toward Murong Qing quietly faded.

Though she wore a veil, it was easy to see the faint smile playing on Murong Qing’s lips. The morning sun was bright, the weather pleasant—everything seemed to match her good mood.

When their carriage stopped across from the jewelry shop, Qingbi paid the driver and sent him away.

People bustled through the streets, busy with their daily lives. Murong Qing stepped down from the carriage and started toward the jewelry shop.

“Move! Out of the way!”

Suddenly, a speeding carriage came rushing from the left. The coachman shouted anxiously, his horse running wild as if it had gone mad.

If not for his skill, the horse would have already crashed into the roadside stalls or the passing crowd.

“Miss! Be careful!” Qingbi cried. She had just dismissed their driver when she saw Murong Qing crossing the street.

The runaway carriage was already almost upon her. Even the most skilled coachman couldn’t avoid her now—she was right in the middle of the road!

Murong Qing turned her head at the sound, her pupils tightening in alarm.

If this continued, she would be dead in an instant.

The carriage was coming too fast—there was nowhere to run.

What should I do?

The coachman saw what was about to happen. The bystanders screamed, some covering their children’s eyes, unable to watch.

Murong Qing instinctively took a step back. In the blink of an eye, the carriage was right before her.

She forced herself to stay calm.

I’ve already died once—why should I fear dying again?

Better to be struck by a carriage than beaten to death by Murong Xue’s orders.

Still, a deep unwillingness welled up in her heart.

Just as the carriage was about to hit her, the horse suddenly reared, neighed sharply, then collapsed sideways and fell silent.

“Miss, I’m so sorry! The horse suddenly got frightened!” the coachman cried, jumping down nimbly before the carriage toppled. A moment later, a man stepped out as well.

“Miss! Are you all right!?” Qingbi rushed over, her voice trembling with worry as she checked Murong Qing from head to toe.

Murong Qing’s heart was still pounding, but seeing Qingbi’s worried face, she managed a small smile. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Then she turned angrily toward the coachman. “How could you drive like that!? What if my lady had been hurt—could you afford to pay for that!?”

A lazy voice answered, “I’m terribly sorry to have disturbed the young lady’s morning.”

A man dressed in dark clothes stepped forward, a folding fan tapping lightly against his palm. His expression was playful, his tone casual—his apology seemed half-hearted, but Murong Qing could still see the sincerity in his eyes.

In her previous life, she had seen him before—there was no mistaking him. The Seventh Prince, Mo Xiaoyu.

He was the emperor’s youngest brother, much trusted but holding no real power. Known for spending his days in pleasure houses, people thought him a useless playboy.

Back then, she had despised him. Only later did she realize how wrong she was—he was the one who had the last laugh.

Qingbi’s brows furrowed coldly. “That’s how you apologize to my lady!?”

Murong Qing quickly raised her hand. “Qingbi, don’t be rude. Since this young master has already apologized, there’s no need to press the matter.”

“But, miss—”

“That’s enough.” She turned to Mo Xiaoyu and said politely, “My maid was out of line. Please forgive her, young master.”

Amusement flickered in Mo Xiaoyu’s eyes as he watched their exchange.

He didn’t know who this woman was, but her manner and grace made it clear she was no ordinary girl.

Most noble ladies would scream or faint in fright after such a scare—but she remained calm, composed, even elegant.

Interesting. Very interesting.

“May I know the young lady’s name?” he asked, stepping closer.

Qingbi immediately moved in front of her. “What kind of behavior is this in broad daylight!?” she snapped.

Mo Xiaoyu only smiled, his dark eyes fixed on Murong Qing. “I can only imagine how lovely you must look beneath that veil. Would you allow me the honor of seeing for myself?”

“You—!” Qingbi began angrily.

Murong Qing couldn’t help but laugh. Mo Xiaoyu’s act was even more convincing than she remembered. If this were her past life, she would have been blushing with fury by now.

“What’s so funny, miss?” Mo Xiaoyu asked, raising an eyebrow.

Murong Qing’s smile deepened. “I was just thinking—the young master is quite amusing.”

“Oh?” Mo Xiaoyu opened his fan with a snap, fanning himself lazily. “Funny,” he said with a grin, “I was thinking the same thing about you.”