Gongsun Yu saw that her husband did not answer her question directly and knew that he must have his difficulties. She let out a quiet sigh and said, "A sword won't be sharp unless it's polished, and a person won't command respect without spirit. The Lu family has been bullied to this extent. If we still remain unmoved, people will look down on us."
After saying this, she untied the cloak stained with melted snow from Lu Qingming's body and walked toward the door.
Jing'er and several other maids bowed to Lu Qingming and Li Mu Yang before hurriedly following their mistress out.
Seeing Lu Qingming's grim expression, Li Mu Yang climbed out of bed and asked, "Uncle Lu, is something wrong?"
Lu Qingming sat on the edge of the bed, patted Li Mu Yang on the shoulder, and asked, "Feeling better?"
"I'm fine," Li Mu Yang said. "My body's just rather weak. Aunt Gongsun said that all I need to do is rest for a few days and eat more nourishing food."
"Mm." Lu Qingming looked at Li Mu Yang with a complicated expression, seeming to have something to say but stopping himself.
"Uncle Lu, just say whatever you have to say. No matter what the result is, I can take it." Li Mu Yang smiled reassuringly, but he felt somewhat uneasy inside. Even Lu Qingming was finding it so difficult to speak—surely that meant the matter was extremely serious, didn't it? Could it be that the Lu family could no longer hold out and was going to hand him over?
"You defeated Mu Yubai." Lu Qingming spoke in a deep voice.
"Huh?" Li Mu Yang looked blankly stunned.
"You defeated Mu Yubai of the Xifeng Sword God's Still Water Sword Hall." Lu Qingming enunciated every word.
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