"Yes, Young Master."
Qingfeng dared not say anything more. The Young Master was angry, so he quickly pushed the Young Master away from the small grove.
The black-clad men did not disperse immediately. They slowly emerged. Qingyao raised her head and looked. They were a bit far, and she couldn't see their faces clearly, but she knew they were all tall and dressed in black night-walking attire. They were probably the same people she had encountered last time.
As a group of people slowly approached, Qingyao turned to look for Wúqíng's figure, but he had already disappeared.
Then, she flicked her body, her toes lightly tapping over the lush grass, and landed directly in front of the group of black-clad men. She swung the Phoenix Tail Zither, carrying it on her shoulder with an arrogant posture. She was cold, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, and it was accompanied by the scent of blood.
The tall, black-clad men were startled by the person who suddenly appeared and quickly took a step back. The leader of the black-clad men, with a stern face, shouted, "Who are you?"
Looking up, she saw a woman in a pale, flowing skirt under the moonlight. Her delicate and beautiful face was covered in a layer of frost, her eyes carrying a fierce killing intent. A small, exquisite ancient zither was slung over her shoulder, and the wind stirred her dark hair, making her look like an Asura from hell.
"Who are you people? Why are you trespassing in Wúqíng Valley? If you don't explain yourselves today, you won't be able to leave even half a step."
Qingyao's cold, sharp words rang out. Her pretty eyes fixed menacingly on the dozen or so people opposite her. Beside her, Mò Yōu was even more murderous, his aura fully charged and ready to strike. As soon as his mistress gave the order, he would defeat these people until they were scattered like fallen flowers. How dare they trespass into Wúqíng Valley!
"It's you, who are you?" The leader of the black-clad men recognized Qingyao as the woman he had seen that night.
He hadn't expected to see her again. Had Young Master Wúqíng changed his mind because of this woman? Seeing her gracefully elegant, standing tall like a beautiful Canna lily, he figured the Young Master must have fallen for her.
The black-clad man's eyes were dark, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. He let out a cold snort and laughed arrogantly.
"You ask who we are? We are?" The black-clad man's attitude was extremely arrogant. He threw his head back and laughed triumphantly, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a figure descending from the air.
"Why haven't you left yet? If the Young Master gets angry, none of you will be able to escape."
The person who arrived was Qingfeng. Those dozen or so black-clad men immediately became a little scared. They no longer paid attention to Qingyao and, with a flash of their bodies, they all departed.
In the blink of an eye, there was no one left in the back mountain except Qingyao and Mò Yōu, and Qingfeng who was turning to leave. Qingyao, with a dark expression, spoke coldly.
"Stop. Since you don't want those people to speak, then you tell me who these people are? Why have they twice intruded into Wúqíng Valley and always been secretly looking for Wúqíng?"
As soon as Qingyao finished speaking, in the dark night, a flicker of mist flashed in Qingfeng's eyes. He then turned around and said respectfully.
"Miss Mu, what are you thinking? Those people are from outside the valley. Their boss is sick and wants to invite the Young Master to save him. But that person has done too many bad things, so the Young Master doesn't want to see him again, let alone save him."
Qingfeng spoke with a straight face, his heart not skipping a beat, stating it calmly.
Qingyao scrutinized him intently, trying to discern something from his demeanor and tone, but she found nothing.
"I know you're not telling the truth, and I will find out."
After saying that, Qingyao turned and strode away. Yes, there was no impermeable wall in the world. She would eventually find out.
Qingfeng reported the matter to his master. Wúqíng's expression became extremely gloomy and unpleasant. He sat by the window for a long time without saying a word, gazing at the moonlight outside.
Qingfeng stood behind him and cautiously suggested, "Young Master, why not tell her? She'll know about this sooner or later."
Actually, he agreed with telling Mu Qingyao. This might turn things around, but his master had always forbidden him from doing so.
"Silence."
Wúqíng suddenly snapped, his star-like eyes glaring coldly at Qingfeng. He slowly said, "Immediately issue my command. If anything happens in the future, they can let me out of the valley; they don't need to come in."
"Yes, Young Master," Qingfeng opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing. He nodded and accepted the order.
On the other side, Qingyao returned to her room with a dark expression. Mò Yōu followed her in. He didn't know what was going on with what happened tonight. He only knew that his mistress was very unhappy, and that someone had actually entered Wúqíng Valley. The valley had been too unsettled recently, causing some trepidation.
Qingyao sat down in the chair. Mò Chou walked over and asked with concern.
"What happened?"
Qingyao didn't speak. Mò Yōu shook his head, signaling her not to ask anything. The mistress was in a bad mood; it was best not to seek trouble.
The room was quiet. Qingyao quickly regained her composure. She would find out the matter that Wúqíng and Qingfeng were hiding.
However, there was another matter that needed to be resolved. She looked up at Mò Chou and Mò Yōu in the room.
"I have something to tell you both. Wúqíng has an organization, and he has handed over the management of this organization to me. There are about three thousand people. I've named it Feng Chen Palace. Starting tomorrow, Mò Yōu, you will enter Feng Chen Palace and train those people well with the plans I've taught you. They are too scattered. As for those dozen or so children, Mò Chou is now in charge. Mò Chou, call Xiao Tao over. From now on, she will be Xiao Yu'er's personal maid."
"Yes, Miss."
Both of them responded at the same time. Mò Chou seemed to remember something and said, "Then I'll leave. Who will serve you, Miss?"
"You can come over in the evening. I don't need anyone to serve me during the day," Qingyao said faintly, waving her hand. Mò Yōu withdrew, accepting the order. Mò Chou said nothing more and attended to the mistress for her washing and rest.
In the following days, Qingyao kept a close watch on the movements in the valley, always hoping to catch those black-clad men again. However, she never saw them again.
Then, she turned her attention to Ming Yue. This time, no matter how much she threatened and coerced him, Ming Yue only knew how to shake his head. Even mentioning Xiao Yu'er had no effect.
Although he didn't say it, Qingyao was certain that this was a very significant matter, otherwise Ming Yue wouldn't have been so insistent.
A month passed quickly. The valley was peaceful and stable, and nothing happened. Everyone was busy with their own affairs. Qingyao was also very busy with the adjustment plan for Feng Chen Palace.
Because three thousand people were too many, having only Lin Simiao and two others manage them made them very tired and difficult to manage.
Therefore, they were divided into small groups, and each small group was integrated into a larger group. Finally, the three thousand people obeyed Lin Simiao, so they wouldn't be so tired, only needing to manage a few people. xxs壹贰
For the new Palace Master's adjustment plan and strictness, everyone was both convinced and terrified, daring not to be careless.