"Xingchen." Mu Jingrui walked onto the deck and saw Mu Xingchen, dressed in white, standing by the railing. The latter was watching a boat in the distance.
"Seventh Uncle, look at this route. Is Younger Sister also heading toward the capital?"
"Evidently yes," Mu Jingrui said with a smile, "Don't think too much for now. We can have another talk with this stubborn little fellow once we reach the capital."
Mu Xingchen smiled and gave a nod. He fingered his wrist, seemingly able to sense his blood pulsating.
Was this the sensation of having a bloodline connection?
"Seventh Uncle, we must have a proper conversation with her this time."
"Mhm." Mu Jingrui cracked a bitter smile. "I have discovered after so many interactions with her. You cannot take an overly hard stance toward the little lady. The harder your stance, the more she'll become like pricky cactus. She definitely leave you swollen all over."
