The Reborn Legitimate Daughter is Frivolous - Chapter 29

“Qingbi, Liuli, let’s go.”

Even though Qingbi felt that Murong Qing should teach that arrogant man a lesson, as a servant, she couldn’t act out of line when her mistress chose not to pursue it.

Liuli stayed silent the whole time, simply standing off to the side. Watching the scene unfold so early in the morning left her dazed.

What kind of woman was Murong Qing?

Even as a fellow woman, Liuli couldn’t see through her. The only thing she was sure of was that Murong Qing was no ordinary lady.

“Miss, are we leaving?”

Just then, a pleasant voice came from behind. Murong Qing turned slightly and said calmly, “Since the young master scared me, let’s call it even—he’s lost a horse, and we owe each other nothing.” With that, she took Qingbi and Liuli and walked into the jewelry shop.

Mo Xiaoyu stood motionless in the street, watching Murong Qing’s retreating figure, deep in thought.

The street soon returned to its usual bustle, though the terrifying scene from moments ago still lingered in people’s minds.

The carefree smile faded from Mo Xiaoyu’s lips, replaced by a calm, serious look. He glanced in the direction of the jewelry shop, silent for a long while.

“Master?” the coachman asked. “What about the horse?”

The animal was dead—killed by Mo Xiaoyu himself.

It wasn’t a prized horse, but it had carried him through many roads and memories. Yet now, it lay lifeless—all for the sake of one woman, the veiled lady who had just stepped into the jewelry shop.

Had Murong Qing not appeared so suddenly, the coachman could have guided the horse out of the city and found a safe way to stop it.

The way the horse was frightened wasn’t simple. But with the animal dead, there were no clues left to trace.

Still—losing a horse in exchange for meeting such a woman? That wasn’t a bad trade.

“Bury it properly,” Mo Xiaoyu ordered.

“Yes, sir.”

“This horse’s fright wasn’t natural,” the coachman added. “I’ll find out who did it.”

“Do it quietly. Don’t alert the culprit.” Closing his fan, Mo Xiaoyu continued, “And find out who that woman is.”

The coachman was surprised but asked no further. Bowing respectfully, he turned and left.

He was one of Mo Xiaoyu’s secret guards, well-trained to understand his master’s every signal. Since Mo Xiaoyu no longer needed him at that moment, he withdrew to carry out the task.

Inside the jewelry shop, Shopkeeper Wu hurried forward upon seeing Murong Qing. “My lady, are you hurt? I have medicine and ointment ready, and if you’d like to look at jewelry—”

“No need.” Murong Qing raised a hand. “I wasn’t injured, just a little shaken.”

She smiled softly. “You don’t have to worry, Shopkeeper Wu. Go on with your work. I’ll be in the jewelry pavilion if anything comes up.”

“Yes, my lady.”

Inside the pavilion, three ledgers lay neatly on the table—just like yesterday. Shopkeeper Wu was clearly a reliable man.

“Liuli, do you know why I brought you here?” Murong Qing asked.

Liuli nodded slowly. Now she understood—this jewelry shop belonged to Murong Qing.

A young lady with her own business? That meant Murong Qing was an independent woman who didn’t need to rely on anyone.

“It’s a pity your lady here can’t read ledgers,” Murong Qing joked lightly. “Otherwise, I’d have done it myself.”

Liuli finally spoke. “Miss, why me? Why did you choose me yesterday instead of the others who can read and calculate?”

She knew she was stubborn, and most noble households didn’t like that. Yet Murong Qing hadn’t minded her temperament. She couldn’t understand why—and that only made her more eager to know.

“Because you are you.”

Murong Qing didn’t elaborate. There was no need to bring up the debts and grudges of a past life.

But she knew Liuli well—once she gave her loyalty, it would last forever. No betrayal, no scheming—Liuli’s character might lack warmth, but it was pure and steadfast.

That was enough.

“Miss…”

“You don’t have to understand,” Murong Qing said gently. “Just remember—whatever happens, you and I share honor and disgrace. I’ll never abandon those who stand by me.”

“Well said!”

A lazy, teasing voice came from outside. Murong Qing frowned and looked up—Mo Xiaoyu was strolling in, fanning himself just like before.

Closing his fan, he stepped into the pavilion. “The young lady’s affection for her servants is quite rare. You truly are different from other women.”

Murong Qing turned, sat down gracefully, and said coolly, “The Seventh Prince has an unusual hobby—it seems he enjoys eavesdropping on women.”

At those words, Qingbi froze. So he really was the Seventh Prince!

She’d been rude to him earlier… If she’d known who he was, she wouldn’t have dared utter a word. Offending a prince was a capital offense!

No wonder Murong Qing had tried to hold her back. She’d been so foolish!

Now Qingbi’s heart raced with regret.

Mo Xiaoyu blinked, then smiled lazily again. He sat down opposite her without invitation. “Miss, you have sharp eyes.”

Murong Qing smiled faintly but didn’t reply.

“Since you know who I am,” Mo Xiaoyu said, “why not show a little hospitality?”

“There are plenty of women eager to serve the prince in the pleasure houses,” Murong Qing said evenly. “Why come to my jewelry shop to make trouble?”

“Oh? Is that so?” Mo Xiaoyu’s smile faded. He leaned forward, hands on the table, face close to hers. “Could it be the young lady is jealous?”

“The prince flatters himself.”

“This king doesn’t think so,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Otherwise, how did you recognize me at a glance?”

His dark eyes glinted with amusement. He was already handsome—paired with that charming confidence, even Murong Qing, reborn and seasoned, was momentarily stunned.

Then—rip.

A chill brushed her cheek. The veil that had covered her face was gone.

Mo Xiaoyu straightened, holding the snow-white veil between his fingers. “As expected, you’re beautiful. No wonder you hide behind this.”

“Your Highness, please show some respect!” Qingbi burst out, stepping forward. “Return the veil to my lady at once!”

She was trembling but stood her ground. She was terrified—yet for her mistress, she couldn’t stay silent.