"Brother!" Yang Boxin, upon receiving the slap, had tears twinkling in his eyes, unable to utter a single word.
"Forget it, you're only a burden following me; I can't spare the effort to protect you. It's safer to stay with everyone else," Mu Hanyan said with a reluctant smile.
Not every family was like the Mu Family, who let her do as she pleased. Many families on the Holy Court Continent had strict rules, especially some old lesser families that had survived turbulent times only by their stringent family laws, so she did not blame Yang Boxin.
"Young Master Mu, I'm sorry," Yang Boqiao said with a low voice, full of regret.
"You've done well enough," Mu Hanyan replied indifferently.
Yang Boqiao at least had some resolve, far stronger than those who would betray at the drop of a hat. Although they couldn't be friends, there was no need to consider each other enemies.
Mu Hanyan, having lived two lives, indeed possessed a breadth of vision and magnanimity beyond ordinary people.
