On the third day after Gu Jiao and Mu Chuan drank together, the Mu family’s eldest son resigned from his post, taking responsibility for a murder case caused by his subordinates. He felt he had not governed well and was ashamed to hold a high position, pleading with His Majesty to approve his resignation.
Shangguan Yun approved it.
Additionally, there was a flood in the south, and the Mu Family donated five million taels of silver to assist the disaster victims.
This had emptied their family wealth.
The Mu Family did not have that much cash on hand, so they had to mortgage their lands, shops, and major family industries.
The donation might sound good in name, but in practice, it was no different from confiscation.
Mu Chuan sat alone in his room as guards came and went, moving the valuable items.
"Hey! You can’t take that!" His servant stopped one of the guards, looking at the cloisonné enamel vase in his hand and said, "It’s the young master’s birthday gift! The young master loves to use it to raise little fish!"
That was a childhood memory.
Mu Chuan was mischievous and couldn’t sit still around the house. If he wasn’t knocking over this vase, he was breaking that porcelain. Later, the old master of the Mu Family somehow got an expensive cloisonné enamel vase.
It was meant for flowers, but Mu Chuan had an idea and caught two small fish to raise in it.
"Let them take it." Mu Chuan said lightly.
"But young master..." The servant said unwillingly, "They’ve emptied the room; at least leave you the vase as a keepsake..."
Mu Chuan said quietly, "No need, I don’t want any mementos. Just like this, it’s fine."
The guards took the vase, and Mu Chuan’s gold-inlaid jade belt from the wardrobe was also taken, leaving only the worthless clothing.
"Young master..." The servant choked, looking at Mu Chuan.
Mu Chuan used to have an impatient nature, but when this truly happened, he was calmer than anyone else in the family.
He slowly stood up, expressionless, and walked out of the room he had lived in for twenty years.
As he crossed the threshold, he turned his head for one last look, saying a silent goodbye.
...
The Mu Family’s actions towards the Xuanyuan Family in the past were no less severe than those of the Han and Nangong Families. Although they hadn’t schemed against them on the battlefield, when it came to kicking the Xuanyuan Family while they were down, framing, and defaming them, the Mu Family showed no mercy.
Shangguan Yun would also show no mercy to the Mu Family.
The entire Mu Family sat in battered carriages, silently leaving the inner city on an early morning before dawn.
The family servants were dismissed, leaving only a few old servants and household members who refused to leave.
More than thirty people moved to an old house in the outer city, which was part of Old Madam Mu’s dowry and was the only asset not "surrendered."
Having lived in luxury, they suddenly became commoners; the family members cried bitterly.
Old Madam Mu fell ill on a stormy night, and Mu Chuan braved the heavy rain, seeking medical help everywhere.
However, as soon as they heard it was to treat someone from the Mu Family, no doctor dared to come.
Everyone knew how the Mu Family had "exposed" the Xuanyuan Family in the past. With the Xuanyuan Family now cleared of all charges and the empress on the throne, the Mu Family’s influence had waned. Anyone daring to help the Mu Family would be opposing His Majesty and the Xuanyuan Family.
In the torrential night, Mu Chuan finally felt the despair of having his family’s property confiscated and clan destroyed.
Dragging his weary body, he staggered back to the old house like a walking corpse.
Just as he reached the doorstep, a familiar call came from behind.
"Mu Chuan."
He turned around, the heavy rain blurring his vision as it soaked his eyes.
Yet he clearly saw Gu Jiao in a blue long dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella and carrying a small first aid kit, slowly walking toward him.
The rain was cold as it fell into his eyes, and when it flowed out again, it became unbearably hot.
His throat grew tight with pain.
Gu Jiao treated Old Madam Mu, leaving enough medicine, and advised Old Madam Mu to rest well and not overexert herself in the near future.
After she left, Old Madam Mu handed Mu Chuan a brocade box: "It was given to me by the Second Prince’s Consort to pass on to you."
Mu Chuan was taken aback: "She... revealed her identity to you?"
Old Madam Mu weakly smiled: "Yes, I never thought she would be that valiant and brave commander of the Hei Feng Camp, a woman not inferior to men."
Old Madam Mu was a smart person, and she said emotionally, "Since she is the prince’s consort and also a Hei Fengqi leader, her open visit to our house is telling the world that neither His Majesty nor the Xuanyuan Family intends to wipe us out. From now on, those who want to show us a hard time will have to think it over."
Mu Chuan nodded, his hands trembling as he opened the brocade box.
Inside was a stack of silver notes, a recommendation letter from the National Master Hall for the imperial examination, and a note left by Gu Jiao.
"Mu Chuan, do not give up."
Mu Chuan’s tears burst forth—
...
During her time in Shengdu, Gu Jiao also visited the Chess Club. Unfortunately, the Chess Sage of the Six Kingdoms, Mr. Meng, had stayed in his hometown after returning to Zhao Country to negotiate peace and had not come to Yan Country.
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