"Who let him say your husband is 'dead'? I won't allow it."
Qing Muye said with an arrogant air, "I've endured for so long, I can't hold back anymore."
"What? Sister Weiwei, he's really Qing Muye? He's not dead? So, so you all have been together behind my back?"
He Xiao Mingjin pointed at the two of them, accusing, his fair face filled with grievance and anger.
"Mingjin, I'm very sorry for not telling you the truth."
She sighed and pursed her red lips, "Ah Ye's death was fake. Your grandfather should know too, but he didn't tell you. You can go ask him."
If He Xiao Mingjin hadn't accidentally misspoke last night and revealed some information, Meng Jingwei would have truly believed that Qing Muye's acting was so superb that he successfully fooled the old man.
She hadn't expected the old man to be so cunning and deeply calculating.
Even after seeing through Qing Muye's identity, he hadn't said anything.
Meng Jingwei guessed that the old man had likely told He Xiao Lanya but not Daisy.
Otherwise, given Daisy's fiery temper, she would have stepped forward to accuse Qing Muye long ago.
"My grandfather knows too?"
He Xiao Mingjin looked defeated and disappointed, "You... you've gone too far, hmph!"
He was furious and turned around angrily, heading back to Yishanyuan.
Watching his retreating back, Meng Jingwei felt a headache. "Is it really good to reveal his identity now?"
"It's time."
Qing Muye rested his arm on Meng Jingwei's shoulder, also watching He Xiao Mingjin's back, and said in a deep voice, "You asked me to come down the mountain, didn't you want to discuss the matter of Antony? If I don't step forward, how can I prove Xiao Cheng's innocence?"
Merely approaching Antony as 'Iron Pillar' to confront him would not be convincing, and Antony would not believe it.
But if Qing Muye revealed his identity and admitted that he was the one who had chopped off Antony's hand yesterday, then Antony would believe it.
Hearing his words, Meng Jingwei's heart warmed, but she was also worried, "If Antony finds out it's you, have you thought about how to protect yourself?"
"We'll take it one step at a time," Qing Muye said, not overthinking it.
"You injured Antony so badly, and he still didn't discover your identity?"
Meng Jingwei was a little curious.
"When I went, Antony was asleep. I crippled one of his hands, and a scream immediately attracted many people. There were many experts in Antony's courtyard, hidden very deeply. If I hadn't gone yesterday, I might not have known he brought so many experts."
Qing Muye recounted what happened last night in a few words, but Meng Jingwei knew that Qing Muye must have gone through great danger, yet he hadn't said so.
She lowered her head and looked at his injured hand, gripping it tightly, and said with concern, "Ah Ye, thank you."
"Silly girl, we are family. We shouldn't be so distant."
Qing Muye smiled slightly, raised his hand, and ruffled her hair, "We should go back. Finally, I can remove this ugly makeup. If I don't remove it soon, I'm afraid my Ah Wei will run off with some young heartthrob."
"Pfft..."
His self-deprecating tease made Meng Jingwei laugh. She retorted, "No way! You're talking nonsense."
"Let's go."
The man smiled dismissively, took her hand, and walked up the steps, step by step, towards Yishanyuan.
The mountain was not high, and each step was short, making the climb comfortable and not tiring.
The dawn breeze was gentle, and the sunlight was brilliant, casting an orange hue over the land. Against the backdrop of the Hidden Clan's beautiful scenery, everything was picturesque, like a fairyland.
Having revealed his identity, Qing Muye felt a sense of relief. He took a deep breath, "The Hidden Clan is truly suitable for retirement."