<h4>Chapter 2793 Mu Xingchen Seeks Asylum</h4>
The three supermonasteries had a long history of conflict, whether it was for resources, benefits, or the pursuit of glory within each of the Three Provinces. While cradling the young one in her arms, Mo Lian shared various stories intermittently.
After a while, she nced down and noticed that the little one had peacefully drifted off to sleep, breathing evenly.
A warm chuckle escaped him as he leaned in to gently kiss her small mouth. Subsequently, he carefullyid her down and ensured herfortable sleeping position.
Supporting his chin with one hand, he tenderly stroked the few strands of hair near her cheek, gazing at her with unwavering intensity for a prolonged moment.
Early the next morning, the kitchen maid''s piercing voice rudely awakened everyone.
This particr kitchen maid seemed to be an anomaly from some unknown origin. It was barely past five in the morning, and seeing that no one had emerged from their rooms yet, she began banging on a noisy basin while shouting, "ssmates, rise and shine!"
/It''s still too early for such enthusiasm!/
There were still a good two hours left until 7 o''clock!
As the irate gazes of the group met hers upon opening their doors, the kitchen maid remained unfazed and added solemnly, "ssmates, you must still freshen up and have breakfast! It takes less than an hour to reach the academy district from Winterwood Court!"
"Riding various beasts within the academy is strictly prohibited. You''ll have to rely on your own legs to run or utilize spiritual energy to fly!"
Ah, that exined it. Only then did everyone reluctantly withdraw their stern nces and begin preparing for the day.
Breakfast was surprisinglyvish. Just as the ten of them were seated in the standard ssroom, Mu Xingchen''s voice reached them from outside.
"Younger Sister." Mu Xingchen and the others were senior students at the Imperial Academy.
In the past, he had his own private room, a luxury he had grown ustomed to.
However, he held a bag of items in his left hand and a food box in his right, indicating his intention to move in.
Qiao Mu nced up at him, her expression nk as she apathetically consumed her porridge.
Mu Xingchen and Mu Xingchen were ustomed to her stoic, prideful demeanor. They approached and ced the food box in front of everyone. "Younger Sister, the ginseng is for making chicken soup. Drink it while it''s still hot!"
Crown Prince Mo cast a wary nce at his brother-inw, Viscount.
/Even his brother-inw, Viscount, knew how to make soup now. He felt a twinge ofpetition./
"I''ll show you the way to the study area shortly. Since you''re not familiar with this ce, we can take a shortcut from Winterwood Court to save time."
"I''m Mu Xingchen, and this is Mu Xingchen. You must be Qiaoqiao''s friends, right? Let''s get acquainted."
Upon hearing his overly familiar words, Qi Xuanxuan and the others promptly stood up to greet him. "Big Bro Mu, what''s in your hand?"
"My bedding," Mu Xingchen and Mu Xingchen exined to Qiao Mu, "Younger Sister, your ce is quite spacious. I''ll check out of my room, and we can stay together from now on."
Everyone exchanged looks…
In Mo Lian''s heart, his little self was pounding with frustration: /If only I had known, I would have just shared a room with Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao from the beginning!/
/Look at how this big Viscount family was secretly nning to spend time with their wife in the future, even having to dodge their teammates and brother-inw, Viscount!/
/It''s quite the predicament…/
Qiao Mu had a small bowl of Mu Xingchen and Mu Xingchen''s ginseng chicken stew, and more than half of the chicken soup ended up in Little Fatty''s belly.
Afterward, everyone praised Big Bro''s cooking skills, and they all left Winterwood Court with smiles, following Mu Xingchen as he led them toward the study area. Along the way, Mu Xingchen pointed out various buildings and scenery, providing an informative tour.
Upon arriving at thergest drill ground in the learning area, they noticed a significant gathering of students.
The neers had assembled in a circr formation, while the senior students huddled together, engaged in hushed conversations, heads bent toward one another''s ears.