Chapter 2793 Mu Xingchen Seeks Asylum
The three supermonasteries had a long history of conflict, whether it was for resources, benefits, or the pursuit of glory within each of the Three Provinces. While cradling the young one in her arms, Mo Lian shared various stories intermittently.
After a while, she glanced down and noticed that the little one had peacefully drifted off to sleep, breathing evenly.
A warm chuckle escaped him as he leaned in to gently kiss her small mouth. Subsequently, he carefully laid her down and ensured her comfortable sleeping position.
Supporting his chin with one hand, he tenderly stroked the few strands of hair near her cheek, gazing at her with unwavering intensity for a prolonged moment.
Early the next morning, the kitchen maid's piercing voice rudely awakened everyone.
This particular kitchen maid seemed to be an anomaly from some unknown origin. It was barely past five in the morning, and seeing that no one had emerged from their rooms yet, she began banging on a noisy basin while shouting, "Classmates, rise and shine!"
/It's still too early for such enthusiasm!/
There were still a good two hours left until 7 o'clock!
As the irate gazes of the group met hers upon opening their doors, the kitchen maid remained unfazed and added solemnly, "Classmates, you must still freshen up and have breakfast! It takes less than an hour to reach the academy district from Winterwood Court!"
"Riding various beasts within the academy is strictly prohibited. You'll have to rely on your own legs to run or utilize spiritual energy to fly!"
Ah, that explained it. Only then did everyone reluctantly withdraw their stern glances and begin preparing for the day.
Breakfast was surprisingly lavish. Just as the ten of them were seated in the standard classroom, Mu Xingchen's voice reached them from outside.
"Younger Sister." Mu Xingchen and the others were senior students at the Imperial Academy.
In the past, he had his own private room, a luxury he had grown accustomed to.
However, he held a bag of items in his left hand and a food box in his right, indicating his intention to move in.
Qiao Mu glanced up at him, her expression blank as she apathetically consumed her porridge.
Mu Xingchen and Mu Xingchen were accustomed to her stoic, prideful demeanor. They approached and placed the food box in front of everyone. "Younger Sister, the ginseng is for making chicken soup. Drink it while it's still hot!"
Crown Prince Mo cast a wary glance at his brother-in-law, Viscount.
/Even his brother-in-law, Viscount, knew how to make soup now. He felt a twinge of competition./
"I'll show you the way to the study area shortly. Since you're not familiar with this place, we can take a shortcut from Winterwood Court to save time."
"I'm Mu Xingchen, and this is Mu Xingchen. You must be Qiaoqiao's friends, right? Let's get acquainted."
Upon hearing his overly familiar words, Qi Xuanxuan and the others promptly stood up to greet him. "Big Bro Mu, what's in your hand?"
"My bedding," Mu Xingchen and Mu Xingchen explained to Qiao Mu, "Younger Sister, your place is quite spacious. I'll check out of my room, and we can stay together from now on."
Everyone exchanged looks…
In Mo Lian's heart, his little self was pounding with frustration: /If only I had known, I would have just shared a room with Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao from the beginning!/
/Look at how this big Viscount family was secretly planning to spend time with their wife in the future, even having to dodge their teammates and brother-in-law, Viscount!/
/It's quite the predicament…/
Qiao Mu had a small bowl of Mu Xingchen and Mu Xingchen's ginseng chicken stew, and more than half of the chicken soup ended up in Little Fatty's belly.
Afterward, everyone praised Big Bro's cooking skills, and they all left Winterwood Court with smiles, following Mu Xingchen as he led them toward the study area. Along the way, Mu Xingchen pointed out various buildings and scenery, providing an informative tour.
Upon arriving at the largest drill ground in the learning area, they noticed a significant gathering of students.
The newcomers had assembled in a circular formation, while the senior students huddled together, engaged in hushed conversations, heads bent toward one another's ears.