"You challenged me first, then provoked me. And now you actually come here to question me? Shouldn't you honor the wager and accept your loss?"
When Dongfang Minghui saw Li Weifeng coughing up mouthfuls of blood, she had felt that Seventh Sister might have hit him a little too hard. If she beat him to death, the Royal Academy and Sacred Feather Academy would become enemies.
But when she saw Xian and Qin Mu arrive together so intimately, her jaw nearly hit the ground in shock.
Qin Mu nodded. "You're absolutely right, Seventh Miss. We made the wager, and we accept our loss."
Their ready admission left Qian Wanyu somewhat ill at ease, and she watched them warily.
After conceding defeat, Qin Mu turned a gentle gaze toward Dongfang Minghui. "Ninth Sister, long time no see."
Looking aggrieved, Xian nestled into his arms like a little bird seeking shelter and said petulantly, "Mu, my throat hurts. Take me away."
"All right."
Qin Mu scooped her up into his arms and turned to leave, but stopped after only a few steps. "Seventh Miss, I said earlier that I would give you a useful piece of information."
For some reason, Qian Wanyu felt that something was amiss. He had conceded defeat far too readily.
"The Dongfang Family was wiped out entirely because of my cousin."