Female-dominated society: Striving for the position of powerful minister, doting on Xiao Yunqing

There was a bamboo basket on the table containing some medicinal herbs, a pile of radishes and green vegetables under the table, and cured meat hanging from the beam.

The local produce is quite abundant.

After having seen most of the outer room, Mu Yan decided to go into the inner room.

Afraid of waking Mu Yunqing, Mu Yan moved much more carefully. She opened the door a little, used her foot to brace it so that it wouldn't make a sound, and then quickly slipped inside.

He's a secret agent, after all; breaking into private homes is something he's absolutely amazing at!

Mu Yan praised herself in her heart.

Mu Yunqing's sleeping area was relatively small, containing only a bed, a cabinet, and a table.

There weren't many items, but everything was very neat, even the blankets... the blankets were perfectly flat!

Mu Yan was startled. Why was no one in the house in the middle of the night? Where did Mu Yunqing go?

"He's not outside, is he? That's kind of scary. He probably isn't. It's so quiet outside, not even a breath can be heard," Mu Yan reassured herself.

Suddenly a voice came from outside the door, "Grandma, it must be Mu Yunqing returning!"

Thinking to herself, Mu Yan quickly went to the window and looked outside, but there was nothing wrong.

Sigh, I'm just scaring myself.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, I caught a glimpse of Mu Yunqing walking in from outside the door.

He was dressed in a simple white robe, his long hair casually draped behind him, clearly having just finished bathing, and exuding a faint fragrance.

Under the moonlight, his skin appeared very fair, and his light blue eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist. Indeed, beauty can be deceiving; Mu Yan was so mesmerized that she forgot to run away.

"I wonder why you have come to visit so late at night, Master?" Mu Yunqing said as he approached Mu Yan. "If I remember correctly, this is the second time you have visited, Master."

This is a declarative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

"Haha, is that so?" Mu Yan laughed awkwardly, then took a step back.

"Does Master like this place, or does he have another purpose?" Mu Yunqing's aquamarine eyes remained fixed on Mu Yan. Although it was tempting, there was a visible threat in his eyes. As he spoke, Mu Yunqing took another step forward.

“Of course I like it here,” Mu Yan said as she backed away. “What purpose could I possibly have? It’s all a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding.”

"Really? I thought Master was here to kill me." Mu Yunqing said as he walked up to her.

Mu Yan quickly took a step back. Damn it, there were no seats left in the back!

He extended his left hand to surround Mu Yan, while his right hand held a sharp dagger, his gaze meeting Mu Yan's.

In a romance movie, this would be considered extremely ambiguous; in a murder movie, it would be a matter of life and death.

To be honest, Mu Yan was a little flustered. This expression didn't seem like someone who wanted to be friends with her; it was more like someone who wanted to give her unlimited VIP access to Paradise.

She was terrified that he might lose his grip and kill her.

Then this life would have been wasted.

As for Mu Yunqing, he originally didn't want to bother with it; he didn't like others causing trouble for no reason.

He can choose to swallow his anger, let others bully him, or, when he can't take it anymore, find a quiet corner to get rid of the person he doesn't like.

In this Prime Minister's residence, he has dealt with at least several dozen, if not a hundred, people.

But Mu Yan is different; she is the one who holds his life and death in her hands.

He can kill anyone, except Mu Yan, but Mu Yan can kill him.

Judging from Mu Yan's unusual behavior in recent days, she is likely plotting something, which is Mu Yunqing's guess.

While pondering, he brought the dagger even closer.

Mu Yan glanced at him, then immediately started the "playing dumb" mode that everyone in the 21st century does.

So what if she's dead? Anyway, she's not the only time-traveling woman who doesn't survive more than three episodes.

Seeing that Mu Yan had relaxed, Mu Yunqing moved his wrist.

"Now!" Mu Yan suddenly snatched the dagger from Mu Yunqing's hand, pulled him into her arms, and then pinned Mu Yunqing's hands behind his back.

"Who gave you the audacity to threaten me?"

As Mu Yan spoke, she took a rope from the table and tied Mu Yunqing up tightly, then threw him onto the couch.

She turned around and poured herself a glass of water.

Mu Yunqing stared at the cup in Mu Yan's hand, the cup he used to drink water from. He wished he could rush over and smash the cup to pieces.

Extremely disgusting.

"Tell me, you threaten me every time you see me, what are you really up to?" Mu Yan moved a chair and sat down next to Mu Yunqing's bed.

He turned his face away and said coldly, "Yun Qing has nothing to say. She can be punished by her master."

“You didn’t do anything wrong, why should I punish you?” Mu Yan said, sitting down next to Mu Yunqing.

"Please show some respect, Master." Mu Yunqing struggled to move to the side.

"I'll just ask you a few questions, is that alright?"

Mu Yunqing found her incredibly noisy. Instead of tormenting him like before, it would only be a matter of physical pain.

"Mu Yunqing".

"Yun Qing is here."

"Who are you trying to impress with this look?" Mu Yan said coldly.

Mu Yunqing snorted coldly, "Master might as well ask himself first."

"I?"

Me again?

"Yunqing is tired, please let Yunqing rest." After he finished speaking, he lay down on the bed.

……

next day

Mu Yan woke up at noon. She quickly washed up, greeted the old woman, and then had lunch with her.

Right now, I'm strolling around the courtyard with Xiangqin.

"Xiangqin, are there any lively streets around here?"

“Yes, there is, but…” Xiangqin hesitated, “Master, the Lord wants you to rest well, so I’m afraid you can’t go out.”

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Minor injury?

How could it be a minor injury?

Xiangqin saw it with her own eyes; there was such a large pool of blood on the ground, and she was unconscious for three whole days.

Strangely enough, she always felt that her master had become a different person.

In the past, even a small cut on her hand would require her mistress to rest for a long time, for fear of leaving a scar.

Despite being so seriously injured, he's actually able to get out of bed and walk around in just a few days.

Xiangqin had her doubts, but dared not say anything.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Mu Yan glanced at her sideways. "If you find it difficult, then don't go."

"No, it's not difficult. I'm just worried that you haven't rested well and might develop health problems later."

"That's alright," Mu Yan said with a smile, taking a few steps in front of her. "Look, with my health, I definitely won't develop any health problems!"

"Then let's go out for a walk. If you get tired, you must tell me."

"it is good."

_

Leaving the Prime Minister's residence, a hundred steps away, you'll find yourself on a bustling street.

The streets are lined with shops offering a wide variety of goods in various styles, and pedestrians come and go in an endless stream.

This must be what the glorious Tang Dynasty in history looked like! Mu Yan sighed from the bottom of her heart.

The vendors' shouts rose and fell, a continuous cacophony as they desperately called out for their businesses.

"Sweet potatoes for sale! Delicious roasted sweet potatoes!" The sweet potato vendor pushed his cart to Mu Yan's side.

"Miss, would you like to buy a sweet potato? They're really sweet!"

"Master~ Master...would you like to eat sweet potatoes?"

The outside world was so noisy that Mu Yan couldn't hear anything.

Dead memories suddenly resurface.

She couldn't help but think of Mu Yunqing again, the Mu Yunqing who would coax her, make her laugh, and play with her.

[remember]

"Brother, what's that?" Xiao Muyan asked, pointing to the sweet potatoes at the night market.

"That's a sweet potato, would you like some?" Mu Yunqing asked her softly.

"think(???????)!"

"Young man, are you looking to buy roasted sweet potatoes?"

"Okay, give me two."

"Okay, our sweet potatoes are very sweet, soft and sticky!" the shopkeeper said, picking out two sweet potatoes and skillfully putting them into the packaging bag.

"Here you go, come back if you like it!"

That year, Mu Yan was only eight years old and had not yet received real training, but Mu Yunqing was already a legend in the world of special agents.

She vaguely remembered that night, on a long street like this, Mu Yunqing carried her and walked the whole street.

He took her to release lanterns. The lanterns were covered with her blessings for him; she wished him peace, joy, happiness, and good health.

But later, she herself died.

He took her to a temple to pray for blessings, and she hung her wish on a tree branch. She hoped that he would return safely from every mission.

But in the end, she died while on a mission.

In countless moments of making wishes, she prayed to heaven that her brother (not by blood), Mu Yunqing, would be safe and sound.

But she never imagined that the person she longed for would leave her lying in a pool of blood.

They acted decisively, leaving no room for compromise.

They wouldn't even give her the slightest chance of survival.

Mu Yan sneered; she really was pathetically stupid.

If only I had been more careful back then, I wouldn't have died a tragic death in the snow, leaving no trace of my remains.

To talk about these things now is nothing but wishful thinking.

Death is death, killing is killing; it's all in the past, something that will never be experienced again, and there's no need to mention it again.

There's no going back.

Mu Yan glanced down at Xiang Qin, who was always cheerful as she held the little girl's hand.

It seems the work is still too easy.

She pulled Xiangqin along as they weaved through the crowd. They bought pastries, steamed buns, and pancakes at one end of the street, and roasted chestnuts and corn on the cob at the other. Passing a fabric shop, they picked out several patterns, all of which Muyan liked.

The two didn't return home until they were tired from shopping, but they were surprised to encounter a little devil as soon as they entered the house.

"Third sister~" the little devil called out sweetly.

Huh? Is he calling me? Mu Yan was completely baffled, trying hard to recall when she had a younger brother.

Uh, it seems I have a younger brother, but we only see each other occasionally and aren't close.

Since that's the case, then we don't need to worry about it anymore. With that thought, Mu Yan was about to leave with Xiang Qin.

"Why is my sister ignoring me??"

Mu Ci grabbed Mu Yan's skirt, raised her head, and looked at Mu Yan with wide, aggrieved eyes.

"Oh, well... I didn't ignore you." Mu Yan squatted down and rubbed Mu Ci's little head, then asked with a smile if Mu Ci wanted to go back with her.

Of course, this is just a polite remark.

But! Who could have predicted that this little rascal would actually nod? Mu Yan had no choice but to take him back inside.

Fanglan Garden

Mu Ci was born well-behaved and never cried or made a fuss since she was little. When she came to Mu Yan's room, she would sit obediently and eat whatever she was given. Her voice was also soft and sweet when she spoke, which was super cute!

Oh my goodness, my girlish heart is melting!

Xiangqin was particularly fond of him, chasing after Xiaomu Ci and jumping around until the servants brought out dinner before sending him back.

After seeing Mu Ci off, Mu Yan ate her meal and then sat in the courtyard to cool off, fanning herself with a fan. Xiang Qin, meanwhile, was embroidering clothes for Mu Yan with a needle.

Ugh, summer is almost here, it's getting hotter and hotter, I really miss air conditioning.

It truly reflects the saying, "On every festive occasion, one misses one's loved ones even more."

Mu Yan suddenly remembered that she seemed to have angered Mu Yunqing last night, and that she hadn't said what she should have said. She should go and apologize...

Oh dear, what if they don't care? That wouldn't be good.

"Forget it, let's just let things take their course," Mu Yan thought, and lay back down in the rocking chair.

Who knows what kind of script she got from a time-travel novel? What if she's a villainous supporting character? That would ruin her character.

After a while, Mu Yan suddenly ran back into the room, took out a pen and ink, and began to write a letter.

No matter what, they are the beautiful flowers of the new China, so we should at least show them some courtesy.

I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I still don't know where to begin.

So he picked up his pen and wrote: To Yunqing.

And that was it, because Mu Yan had no idea how to express herself.

What should she do? Should she just tell him, "I'm not the Mu Yan you know?" That would be too hasty; no one would believe that.

As I wrote, I gradually became frustrated. After writing a few words, I felt that the words did not express my meaning, so I crumpled them up and threw them away.

I wrote the wrong character, so I threw it away.

My handwriting is ugly, so I'll throw it away.

After throwing it away several times in a row, she finally gave up.

Only a fool would write a letter; smart people express themselves directly.

Mu Yan started to make a mental calculation. Well, it would be better to explain things clearly. Nobody wants to be resented for no reason, especially since he and that person have the same face.

Of course, she also had her own selfish reasons for choosing to approach Mu Yunqing. Firstly, his face might be helpful in investigating why she had transmigrated; secondly, he was strangely handsome, so why not take a look?

After thinking for a moment, Mu Yan used her lightness skill to fly onto the roof of her house and hurriedly wanted to find Mu Yunqing.

Xiangqin was left completely bewildered.

Are you seeing things? How did her young lady get up there? Did she fly up?

_Emerald Bamboo Garden (Mu Yunqing's Residence)_

Mu Yan sat on the eaves watching Mu Yunqing in the courtyard.

He wore a blue robe today, with half of his long hair tied up with a hairpin, the rest still loose, with a few stray hairs hanging down by his ears. Even just a side profile was extremely beautiful.

As expected of the Phoenix Kingdom, women really need to read these things to have energy.

Mu Yunqing was unaware that someone was on the roof. She was focused on washing the vegetables in her hands and was already a little hungry after a busy day.

Mu Yan, who was watching from the side, was thoroughly enjoying herself. This was far more exciting than any picture of a handsome man emerging from a bath. She tried to change her position to look at it from a different angle, but then her foot slipped...

Damn, it actually rolled down!

Hearing the commotion, Mu Yunqing tried to catch Mu Yan, but she got down on her own.

Did she use light-footed skill?

A hint of doubt flashed in Mu Yunqing's eyes. He didn't remember Mu Yan having studied anything in this area. Moreover, since Mu Yan woke up from her illness, she had changed a great deal.

It's like... a completely different person.

"Yunqing greets Master." Mu Yunqing performed the kneeling ceremony as always.

"Get up," Mu Yan said softly.

"What brings you here, Master?"

Haha, that's a pretty direct question from the young man.

"Uh, I'm not doing anything, I'm just looking around. You go about your business, don't worry about me." Mu Yan lied without batting an eye, using the tone of an old cadre on an inspection tour.

After saying that, he quickly walked outside. How embarrassing! He hadn't even had a chance to show off before he fell down. How shameful!