Mu Qingyao Mu Rong Liu Zun

Chapter 364 You wouldn't refuse a friend, would you

Before the tall mansion gate, two large red lanterns hung, and stone lions stood guard, imposing and majestic. Many guards were stationed by the gate, swords at their waists, pacing back and forth. Mo Chou was the first to dismount and approach the gate, speaking calmly.

"We wish to see the Seventh Prince."

The guards exchanged surprised glances. Finally, the lead guard, with a stern face, waved his hand.

"Go back where you came from. The Seventh Prince is resting and will not see anyone."

Mo Chou was incensed, glaring at them. The Seventh Prince had quite the airs, to be inaccessible to anyone.

Seeing Mo Chou's anger, the lead guard grew agitated. He stepped forward, his hand resting on the sword at his waist, and said fiercely.

"Get lost, or we'll arrest you."

Under normal circumstances, Mo Chou would have fought him already. However, this was Mo You's residence, and without her master's instructions, she dared not act independently. She turned back to the carriage and respectfully reported, "Master, they refuse to let us see him, saying the Seventh Prince is resting."

As soon as Mo Chou finished speaking, Qing Yao, within the carriage, raised her delicate eyebrows. She had expected this.

This confirmed her previous suspicion: the Seventh Prince was under house arrest. The guards at the gate must be taking orders from the Yi family. The Yi family's objective was to keep the Seventh Prince safe, as this would give them greater leverage, wouldn't it?

Qing Yao's expression turned cold, a smile curling her lips, as chilling as water.

Wu Qing, sitting beside her, reached out and held her hand, speaking softly. "If they won't let us in, we'll force our way in."

Although his voice was soft and gentle, it carried a bloodthirsty ferocity. Qing Yao's eyes darkened, and she and Wu Qing dismounted one after another. Looking up, she coldly ordered Mo Chou and Qing Feng.

"Since they won't let us see him, break in."

Arrogant and unrestrained, with killing intent soaring.

Mo Chou had long been disgusted by these pretense-filled individuals. Hearing her master's command, she no longer held back. Her figure flashed, a sharp glint of light rising as her sword was drawn, lunging directly at the guards.

Qing Feng, following behind, was not to be outdone and soared forward.

The two were like sharp blades, killing anyone in their path, striking down gods and demons, charging into the Seventh Prince's mansion.

The guards at the gate were routed, retreating steadily. At this moment, another wave of guards emerged from the mansion. However, these men were insignificant. After all, they had effortlessly dealt with two thousand guards and a thousand elite soldiers previously.

What hope did a few dozen guards have? They wouldn't even be needed for Qing Yao and Wu Qing to act.

Qing Yao pushed Wu Qing, following behind Mo Chou and Qing Feng, advancing into the Seventh Prince's mansion.

Apart from the guards who swarmed them, there were also servants and maids, scattering in fear. The entire mansion was thrown into chaos.

Many of the guards were injured and dared not approach Mo Chou and Qing Feng, retreating further. Beyond the central courtyard was the garden. Along the covered walkway, a person approached hurriedly, dressed in opulent robes, a golden crown adorning his hair, making him appear even more handsome and noble.

Mo Chou gazed blankly at the approaching man. Though not yet fully grown, his noble bearing was striking. This person was not Mo You, but the Seventh Prince, Shen Yu.

Mo You stood on the walkway, glaring angrily at the guards.

"How dare you! These are my friends, and you dare to harm them? You deserve to die."

As he spoke, the dozens of guards immediately retreated to the side in fear. The leader quickly said, "Your subordinate deserves death. We didn't know they were the Seventh Prince's guests. We apologize for the offense."

Seeing Mo You like this, Mo Chou calmed down. She stepped back and retreated behind Qing Yao, saying nothing.

Qing Yao looked up at Mo You. After saying a few words, he seemed to be faltering, as if he had been drugged.

"The Seventh Prince wouldn't refuse to entertain friends, would he?"

As her voice fell, Mo You withdrew his gaze from Mo Chou's face and said respectfully, "Please, come to the flower hall."

Qing Yao nodded slightly. It seemed Mo You was still Mo You; he hadn't changed. She suspected he was currently being controlled against his will. Just as the group was about to follow Mo You in, a sharp cry echoed from the other end of the walkway.

"Wait."

As the voice faded, a charming and striking woman emerged. It was the Seventh Prince's cousin, Yi Shuang'er. She exuded an air of arrogance, her eyes blazing with anger as she glared at the four people in the garden below the walkway. Illuminated by the lanterns, their appearances were clearly visible. Her anger intensified. Recalling the slap Mo Chou had given her, she wished she could strike her again, but thinking of Mo Chou's formidable skills, she dared not act rashly, merely casting a cold glance at the guards.

"These people are not friends of the Seventh Prince. They are bandits who kidnapped the Seventh Prince. Arrest them immediately."

As soon as Yi Shuang'er finished speaking, another voice, like thunder, rang out from beside her. "Who dares?"

A flicker of disbelief crossed Yi Shuang'er's pretty face. Finally, she threw a petulant, childish tantrum.

"Cousin, why are you yelling at me? These people clearly aren't good. You're a prince, how can you associate with them? Look, they dared to injure the mansion's guards, and that woman hit me last time."

Yi Shuang'er bit her lower lip pitifully, tears welling in her eyes, looking like she had been greatly wronged. She then pointed at Mo Chou. Whether it was a woman's instinct or because Mo Chou had struck her, these two women looked at each other as if they wanted to kill each other.

Mo You's handsome face was indifferent, the golden crown on his head shining. Every gesture exuded an unspoken authority.

"Yi Shuang'er, this is the Seventh Prince's mansion, not your Yi family's. It's not your place to speak. If you dislike them, you are welcome to leave, but do not offend my friends."

Mo You spoke with a harsh tone. If he had felt any brotherly affection for Yi Shuang'er before, that affection was long gone. What remained was only the Yi family's detestable nature.

They claimed to protect the Seventh Prince and even obtained an imperial decree, but in reality, they were as detestable as those members of the royal family. Those people drugged him, and these people held him captive.

Yi Shuang'er was startled by Mo You's stern words. Though resentful, she dared not say anything further.

She liked her cousin and wanted to marry him, so she absolutely could not anger him now, or he would definitely not marry her.

Her father had said that a girl must be gentle and virtuous to capture a man's heart. Thinking this, Yi Shuang'er took a deep breath and then spoke slowly.

"Alright, cousin, then I won't argue with them. I'm doing all this for you."

The group in the garden could barely stand this woman. Anyone with eyes could see how much that man detested her, yet she was still acting cute and innocent. Was she an idiot or mentally ill? Mo Chou, in particular, could not stand it and snorted, casting aside a sentence.