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365. Escaping the Huang Mansion 31

Mu Baiyuan waited anxiously under the agreed-upon tree, worried that the young lady and his sister wouldn't be able to get away.

Mu Baiyuan dared not move. He had sneaked out, and if he were discovered, he would be doomed. He could only climb the tree and peek through the gaps in the leaves to see if anyone was coming down below.

Mu Baiyuan listened intently to the sounds outside the tree, afraid that the sound of the rain would make him miss his meeting with his sister and the young lady.

He heard footsteps approaching in the distance. Mu Baiyuan held his breath and gently parted two or three leaves that were blocking his view. He saw two people dressed in mourning clothes, each carrying a small box.

Judging from their figures, Mu Baiyuan thought they were two women.

Could it be the young lady and her sister? As Mu Baiyuan thought this, she tilted her head forward slightly to make sure she could see the faces of the newcomers.

Huang Muyan and Mu Wanqing's journey was not easy. It rained, the mountain path became muddy, and they were not familiar with the terrain. The two stumbled many times along the way, but finally arrived at the place they had agreed to meet with Mu Baiyuan.

"Finally arrived." Huang Muyan relaxed slightly upon seeing the location. Her legs were sore and numb from walking for so long, so she took a short break.

Mu Wanqing looked around, then thought about where her brother usually hid. Remembering, she looked up at the tree and said, "Brother."

Mu Baiyuan looked at the two women dressed in mourning clothes and thought they were Mu Wanqing and the young lady. Just as he was about to lower his head to take a closer look, he heard the younger girl look up at him.

Mu Baiyuan was initially startled, but when he saw that it was indeed his sister's face, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing his sister call him, Mu Baiyuan quickly climbed down from the tree and hugged Mu Wanqing tightly.

However, Mu Baiyuan was quickly pushed away by Mu Wanqing.

When Mu Baiyuan saw Mu Wanqing making this gesture, his first reaction was one of bewilderment, before he remembered that the young lady was still here.

"Um... Miss... Hello..." Mu Baiyuan was stammering a bit now—it had been a little too awkward just now, and the existing master-servant relationship made Mu Baiyuan even more afraid of Huang Muyan.

"It's alright, it's a good thing that brothers and sisters have a good relationship." Huang Muyan comforted Mu Baiyuan with a smile—though she was actually a little envious.

"Now that we've met up, can we leave?" Mu Baiyuan asked the young lady in front of him tentatively. "Judging by the time, they should be preparing to head back. If we don't leave soon, they might find out that we've run away."

"Let's go! Of course we're going!" Huang Muyan thought for a moment and realized that Mu Baiyuan was right.

Huang Muyan said seriously, "Let's set off now. I can still hold on."

Mu Wanqing nodded as well.

"Alright, follow me." Mu Baiyuan said as he led the way, removing any stumbling plants and stones along the way.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the raindrops formed a large white cloth in the air that could be quickly repaired once torn.

The coffin of Master Huang has been buried, and the funeral procession has finished preparing to leave.

Wuchou counted the number of people and saw that none of the servants had taken the opportunity to escape. He then suppressed his unease, which had been building since they arrived at the cemetery, and said to Madam Wang, "Madam, we have counted them. Not a single one has run away."

"Okay, that's good." Wang pressed her temples—her eyelids had been twitching ever since she came over, and she'd felt strange all along.

But since no one ran away, it should be alright, right? Wang thought to herself.