Many people heard the man address Xing Jiuan as Young Master.
However, these people knew what they could and could not say. They did not need to worry about this matter being leaked.
However, it was inevitable to be curious.
Unbeknownst to them, Xing Jiuan, who was an instructor and companion, had an even more mysterious identity.
Xing Jiuan followed behind Mu Qing. When she saw that he did not stop, she did not ask where he was going.
When they arrived, there was a small sea of flowers in front of them. The lavender was unbelievably beautiful.
Not far away, there was a small pavilion. Mu Qing walked over and sat down on one of the seats.
He looked up at Xing Jiuan, who had followed him over. "Sit for a while."
Xing Jiuan sat down obediently.
Strangely, Mu Qing did not ask her about what had just happened. He only looked at the sea of flowers in silence.