"Our Mu Clan has already announced it to the world." Mu Jingxing explained with a smile, "Now you don't have to worry about that fake ruining your reputation. You can rest assured on this matter!"
Qiao Mu looked at him coldly. "It is not impossible for me to go back."
Mu Jingxing was delighted when he heard this. He promptly showed a smile. "Qiaoqiao, do tell."
A woodcut smile slipped past Qiao Mu's face. It was as if someone had cut an opening on a log. There was no mirth in her eyes, and it even looked somewhat creepy.
Mu Jingxing's eyes dimmed. His heart sank subconsciously.
"Have your Mu Clan's current madam lead the eldest young lady, as well as all the females in the Mu Clan, to keep kowtowing three times and bowing nine times all the way from your Mu Clan to the Lesheng Gate, where they will welcome my mom."
