"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"
Without giving any warning, Xingyu had come rushing into the front yard to make her presence known, only to see Mu Qing, who had been kneeling by Jiufang Ying's bamboo chair serving tea, stiffen. He then straightened up with a feigned air of composure, patted his robes, and stood with his hands behind his back.
In the night breeze, the sleeves of his white brocade robe fluttered. He looked as graceful as jade and as dignified as an untouchable stone carving—that is, if one could forget the servile posture he had just been holding.
Chapter 224