Murong's eyes widened in total disbelief: "Sis, you're kidding me?!"
Mu Bai shrugged: "What good would it do to lie to you?"
Mu Cheng silently glanced around. Ever since entering this courtyard, he felt an unease, as if something in the shadows was constantly watching him, itching to leap out and bite him.
"What are you looking at?"
Startled, Mu Cheng turned his head and found Mu Qiuniang staring coldly at him.
"Nothing?" Mu Cheng's eyes dodged a bit.
For some reason, he just couldn't bear to meet her gaze, feeling as though he was being seen through.
"Ha!" Mu Qiuniang suddenly made a move before he could react, touching his forehead with a silver-white writing brush.
Mu Cheng froze completely.
"What are you doing?!" Murong yelled.
Mu Bai's reaction was to immediately cover his brother's mouth. Whatever the great-aunt was doing, she wouldn't harm them.
