"Princess Qingluo, send someone to drive Little Nine away!"
Old Lady Mu said with a cold and sullen face.
Qingluo slightly froze; she subconsciously looked at Mu Yi, somewhat hesitant. "Mother..."
"Don't worry. Mu Yi will not cause trouble with you because this is my decision."
Old Lady Mu stubbed her walking stick to the ground and turned to leave, not even glancing at Mu Yi again.
Mu Qingya went forward, holding Qingluo, and looked at Mu Yi helplessly. "Father, what should we do now? Grandmother doesn't like Sister, and she can't accept her. What if she falls sick from her anger?"
Mu Yi's lips trembled. He then turned to Qing Luo with hope in his eyes.
"Qingluo, you are the princess, and my mother has always listened to you. Why don't you persuade her again?"
When Old Lady Mu was around just now, he did not dare to ask Qingluo for that favor. After all, Old Lady Mu's temper was so intense that she refused to back down.
