Chapter 675 Hypocritical Mu Leng 4 ” (1/2)
Chapter 675 “Hypocritical Mu Leng (4)”
The guard in question hurries to present the portrait in front of the lady.
After careful scrutiny, Mu Leng’s expression soon changed from smug to enraged anger. The woman on the portrait was almost surreal in how beautiful it was, far surpassing her own image in every way. In particular were those eyes, its deeply attractive and the key factor in confirming its indeed the same person she met on the boat.
“She is the woman who bought the invitation?” biting her lip, she asks with a frosty tone. “Go deal with that dealer first, then go tell that Ho Cui Cui that if she wants to be a prominent figure around here then she is to do as I say. From this point forward Ho Cui Cui is the woman in this portrait, the very same person who saved Huan Yin!”
If her people could follow the trail and investigate up to this point then it’s a surety that Xun Huan and everyone else would as well. By using Ho Cui Cui to impersonate this unknown woman, Mu Leng could use this to her advantage. After all, no one saw Bai Yan’s true face thanks to the facial veil she wore. As for the air and temperament, that’s easily solvable with time and training.
“Yes, milady.” Getting the order, the guard promptly retreated away to carry out his task.
Heaving a long sigh after seeing she’s alone finally, Mu Leng was just about to put the portrait away when the door to her place was pushed open again. In a panic, she hurried to hide the scroll behind her back and away from the newcomer’s prying eye.
“Shifu, are you looking for me?”
Wrinkling that temple, the old beauty arches her brow inquisitively: “What is that hidden behind you?”
“I…” the girl’s demeanour appeared somewhat edgy.
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It’s not that she doesn’t believe her shifu or anything, it’s just that there are some things better left untold whenever possible.
Darkening in the face upon getting no answer from her disciple, the old beauty decides to take matter into her own hands. In a wave, the portrait being hidden was promptly snatched away.