“Hello, I’m Su Mu. The Su with the grass radical, the Mu with the water radical.”
“I’m Miao Qing. My child is called Miao Meng.”
“Mom!”
Miao Meng looked at her mother, who had introduced her before she could do it herself. She was so angry she was about to explode.
She had wanted to properly introduce herself to Pretty Sister and leave a deep impression on her.
But her mother had casually given away her name just like that.
Although Miao Meng angrily pouted her little mouth, neither Su Mu nor her mother paid any attention to her.
Su Mu and Miao Qing were both quietly observing each other.
Su Mu’s first impression of Miao Qing was that of a stunning beauty with lingering charm. Though her body bore traces of toiling for a living, she was still clearly a great beauty—especially those peach blossom eyes filled with maternal tenderness, which made people feel very comfortable.
Meanwhile, the moment Miao Qing laid eyes on Su Mu, she couldn’t help but think to herself: What a pretty young lady.
She herself had been the most dazzling beauty in her youth, but even if she had met this girl back then, she would have been the one overshadowed.
No wonder she had Xiao Meng so enchanted.
However, Miao Qing felt a bit worried deep down. As a mother, she naturally hoped her child would meet someone she truly liked, but since this person was the same gender as her child, it was troubling.
That said, Miao Qing had no intention of forcing Miao Meng to change her orientation. After all, this pretty girl might not even accept Xiao Meng.
Moreover, she loved her daughter deeply and didn’t want to force her into anything she didn’t want.
Besides, who hadn’t gone wild and unrestrained in their youth?
With that in mind, Miao Qing revealed a kind smile.
“Come sit down and eat. Xiao Meng, why aren’t you serving the food yet? Didn’t you specially stew Eight Treasures Porridge for your Pretty Sister?”
Miao Meng was stunned for a moment. She clearly remembered her mother saying the Eight Treasures Porridge was for the elderly neighbor grandma.
“Oh, right!”
But seeing the smile on her mother’s face, she instantly caught on and hurriedly scampered to the kitchen.
“Ah! No, no need to go to such trouble.”
Su Mu hadn’t expected Miao Meng to have stewed Eight Treasures Porridge for her.
“You sit and eat. Xiao Meng said you were frightened, and this will help you recover.”
Since Miao Qing insisted, Su Mu could only sit down on the stool at the dining table.
Before long, Miao Meng came scampering back with a bowl of Eight Treasures Porridge.
“Pretty Sister, this one’s still hot. Drink it quick.”
Looking at Miao Meng’s big, watery eyes, Su Mu felt a bit touched.
This family was too good to her—not only had they saved her, but they were also worried she’d been scared and had stewed porridge for her.
Her favorability toward Miao Meng +1.
“Thank you.”
Su Mu reached out and took the porridge bowl from Miao Meng’s hands.
As Su Mu and Miao Meng’s fingers accidentally brushed while handing over the bowl, the coolness of Su Mu’s fingertips made Miao Meng’s heart race with both nervousness and excitement.
Watching her daughter’s immature performance, Miao Qing felt a bit helpless.
Xiao Meng was still too green in this regard. If it were her, she might have already used feeding the porridge as an excuse to touch Pretty Sister’s hand.
Miao Meng had no idea her mother was inwardly complaining about her incompetence.
Seeing Su Mu open her little mouth and start drinking the Eight Treasures Porridge she’d brought, Miao Meng’s gaze once again fell on Su Mu’s soft lips.
While the room was filled with harmony, outside the window, Ah Meng—who had just been shooed away by Miao Meng—was pawing at the glass, looking at its owner with grievance.
After staring at Su Mu’s red lips for a bit, Miao Meng noticed Ah Meng’s pitiful expression outside the window.
Su Mu had drunk about half the bowl, her red lips leaving the bowl as her soft tongue licked her lips.
But this time, Miao Meng didn’t let her thoughts wander. Instead, she nervously watched Su Mu.
“Pretty Sister, do… do you like small animals?”
“Small animals?”
Hearing this, Su Mu immediately thought of the giant panda she’d seen when she first woke up.
Seeing Miao Meng’s expression, Su Mu realized she was worried that the giant panda would scare her.
“I like them no matter the size.”
“I… I like them too.”
Hearing Su Mu say this, Miao Meng’s face lit up with joy.
After all, Pretty Sister had fainted from Ah Meng’s fright earlier. If Pretty Sister couldn’t accept Ah Meng, she wouldn’t know what to do.
Su Mu had no idea that the giant panda outside was the culprit behind her fainting spell.
She still had a great fondness for the national treasure from her previous life.
However, Miao Meng didn’t call Ah Meng in right away. It was mealtime, and Ah Meng would go find bamboo to eat on its own.
Miao Meng made a funny face at Ah Meng, who had been with her since childhood and immediately understood its owner’s intent.
She was telling it to go find bamboo to eat, which also meant its owner wasn’t mad at it anymore.
Ah Meng glanced at Miao Meng in the room one more time before hopping down from the window and waddling toward the bamboo grove where it usually foraged.
While Su Mu’s side enjoyed this peaceful moment, Chen Qing was gloomily staring at the empty clearing.
She had told Su Mu to wait here for her, but she’d followed the Ancient Miao Tribesman who’d bought medicine at the Flower and Bird Market along the path.
Unexpectedly, thick white mist had risen in the mountains just moments later.
Realizing something was wrong, Chen Qing had knocked out the person she was tailing and hurried back to find Su Mu.
But in that short time, Su Mu—who should have been obediently waiting—was gone without a trace.
With the Traitorous Shizun’s courage, she wouldn’t dare flee into such dense fog.
Unless something had forced her to leave.
Thinking of Su Mu’s uncertain safety, a flash of anxious killing intent appeared in Chen Qing’s eyes.
Though she always told herself she wanted revenge on this Shizun who had betrayed her in her previous life, now that the foolish Shizun had suddenly vanished, she felt an emptiness in her heart, very oppressive.
Chen Qing searched the surroundings and unexpectedly found something.
A group of people dressed in Miao Ethnic Costumes were carrying bamboo tubes and stealthily approaching her direction.
Their concealment techniques were highly skilled, and they were extremely familiar with the mountain terrain.
Facing such opponents, if Chen Qing hadn’t been actively searching around for Su Mu’s sake, she might have been ambushed and injured.
In the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, the only ones with such skills besides the Ancient Miao Tribe she was seeking were none other.
Of course, even if they were Ancient Miao Tribesmen, once discovered by Chen Qing, they had no ability to resist and were directly tied up together.
Chen Qing glanced at the bamboo tubes they carried. Normally, she would open them to see what special tricks the Ancient Miao People had.
But now, with the Traitorous Shizun suddenly missing—and the disappearance possibly related to them—Chen Qing’s heart was filled with violent killing intent. After just one glance, she fixed her murderous gaze on these Ancient Miao Tribesmen.
“Tell me, did you take away a person who looks weak and frail?”
In her anxiety, Chen Qing didn’t even bother hiding her scarlet eyes.
Facing the terrifying killing intent of the Grandmaster, even battle-hardened veterans would have their legs go weak.
