Chapter 1290

“Understood!” With Brother’s support, that’s all she needed—at worst, they could deal with the fallout afterward.

Of course, it wasn’t really about fighting to the death, but if Nangong Yun dared to bully her, she wouldn’t back down.

With Brother here, what’s there to fear?

Nangong Xu looked at the two of them, still somewhat helpless.

Mu Xiaoyao was young and hot-blooded, and naturally couldn’t tolerate anyone bullying his people.

But just as Baili Xia said, even if they didn’t provoke Nangong Yun, would Nangong Yun leave her alone?

Not a chance.

Since that’s the case, yielding held no meaning.

At worst, if they couldn’t win, they could flee—back to Jin City.

Once they’re there, Nangong Yun would have no way of retaliating.

“Brother, I want to go out for a walk. Will you come with me, please?” Baili Xia tugged at Mu Xiaoyao’s sleeve, raising the topic again.

Mu Xiaoyao found himself at a loss.

Going out for a walk wasn’t impossible.

It wasn’t that he worried she’d stir up trouble.

The same principle applied: if trouble did arise, they could just fight their way out.

He simply understood what this little girl truly intended to do.

As soon as they stepped out of Bi Luo Pavilion, Mu Xiaoyao’s cold voice echoed from above her head.

“You can’t go to Youyang Pavilion, at least not now.”

Baili Xia’s small face instantly fell.

If she couldn’t go to Youyang Pavilion, what was the point of going out?

That was exactly where she wanted to go!

“That place… the guards are fairly strict.

Although it’s been vacant for many years, there’s always been someone watching over it.”

“Why?” Why would an already empty courtyard still need guards?

Could it be that there were many valuable things inside?

“I don’t know. Perhaps the Old Madam and Old Master simply don’t want the things inside to be damaged.”

It wasn’t something that could be verified.

“But I…” Baili Xia tugged on his sleeve again.

Recently, she’d figured out quite a lot about the patterns of Brother’s temperament.

Despite his cold and cool appearance, the truth was, he had a soft heart.

As long as she pestered him a little longer, everything would work out.

Of course, what Baili Xia didn’t realize was that Mu Xiaoyao’s softened heart was exclusive to her.

“Brother, I really want to see, I really do,” she blinked her eyes pitifully as she spoke.

In her heart, she had already made up her mind—Bei Qingyou was almost certainly her mother.

As expected, after pestering Mu Xiaoyao for just a moment, he relented.

“You can go take a look, but not now.

I’ve told you, the guards outside Youyang Pavilion are tight.”

“Then, when will it be possible?” Baili Xia immediately asked.

“In two days, when the Old Master returns, they’ll be hosting a banquet for the guests in the front hall.”

Mu Xiaoyao’s gaze flickered as he mulled over whether to reveal certain truths to her.

But in the end, he held his tongue—afraid of stirring up her sadness.

Ultimately, those words were swallowed back.

How rare it was that she’d shifted her focus to something else and wasn’t dwelling on Uncle.

Mentioning him now would only reopen old wounds.

It was best to avoid bringing up Uncle—to spare her further heartache.

“During the banquet, everyone will be distracted in the front hall, and the guards in the rear courtyard might relax a little.”

“Got it,” Baili Xia nodded.

But waiting until the day of the banquet… it felt like an excruciatingly long time.

Honestly, she could hardly stand waiting.

…

The two days felt like an eternity to Baili Xia.

Finally, Nangong Xu and Mu Xiaoyao came back with two additional paternity test results.

Neither the Second Master nor the Fourth Master was her father, leaving only the First Master to test next.