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“That flower from last night?” Mu Xiaoyao’s thick brows furrowed slightly, “So he knows about what happened last night?”

“He saw that Snowfield Rosy Clouds and immediately knew. It’s said that only the Youyang Pavilion of the Bei Family has it.”

She had been careless, but now, thinking back, it was a blessing in disguise.

If not, she would never have had the chance to know about the existence of Hongxia Mountain.

After a pause, she continued, “On the mountain, I met someone who mistook me for her benefactor from twenty years ago.”

“I think she’s referring to Bei Qingyou.”

“Another person mistook you? It seems you must resemble Bei Qingyou to some extent.” Mu Xiaoyao furrowed his thick eyebrows lightly.

Baili Xia nodded, noncommittal.

The result of the identification report had already denied her relation to Bei Kuangri.

So many people thought she resembled someone else, and it was not hard to guess they were referring to Bei Qingyou.

As they were talking, Nangong Xu had already removed all the shreds of cloth from the wound.

After disinfecting it again, Nangong Xu sprinkled the wound with hemostatic powder and began bandaging it with gauze.

“How did you get attacked?”

Baili Xia’s thoughts were pulled back by Mu Xiaoyao’s question, and her brows furrowed again.

“When we were descending the mountain, Brother You fell ill.

As we reached the bottom, suddenly about a dozen people appeared.”

“Those people were targeting Brother You.

When they couldn’t take his life, they held me hostage to threaten Brother You, demanding he disable his right hand.”

Baili Xia briefly described the assassination attempt.

In just a few words, Mu Xiaoyao and Nangong Xu understood everything.

“It seems, then, that those who made a move could be business rivals.” Mu Xiaoyao said slowly.

To cripple Mr.

Bei’s right hand meant they didn’t want him to have the opportunity to continue making drugs.

The Bei Family is renowned for pharmaceutical production, and a disabled general manager would naturally be of little use.

“It could also be someone from the Bei Family.” After all, regarding the power Bei Tianyou currently held, there were many in the Bei Family eyeing it with ambition.

Baili Xia nodded, “Perhaps… someone from this family is more likely.”

Mu Xiaoyao and Nangong Xu exchanged glances, Nangong Xu continuing to bandage her while Mu Xiaoyao pressed his thin lips together.

Their trip to Hongxia Mountain must have been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Yet those people could keep such close tabs on Mr.

Bei’s movements, making it indeed more likely that it was someone from the Bei Family.

“How were you rescued later?” Mu Xiaoyao asked again.

Baili Xia was just about to respond when there was a sudden knock on the door.

“Come in,” Baili Xia said softly.

A servant opened the door and, seeing Nangong Xu and Baili Xia together, bowed.

“Mr.

Nangong, Miss Xiaxia, the Young Master requests you to come to the study.”

Baili Xia glanced at Nangong Xu, who was still diligently bandaging her, and said, “Okay, I’ll go with Mr.

Nangong once the bandaging is done.”

The servant acknowledged with a sound and withdrew.

Once the door was closed again, Baili Xia looked at Mu Xiaoyao, “Brother…”

“It must be because he couldn’t protect you well and wants to apologize to you. However, since Mr. Bei chose to keep it under wraps, not many people will be aware.”

Thus, there are many things that cannot be conveniently discussed outside.

Choosing the study is reasonable.

Baili Xia thought for a moment, couldn’t help but glance at Mu Xiaoyao, “Then… is there anything I shouldn’t say?”

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