Mu Lianrong had no choice but to drop the previous topic after the old master spoke, only glaring at Mu Qingge in warning.
Mu Qingge smiled lightly and followed Mu Xiong, seemingly indifferent to the threat in Mu Lianrong's eyes. The latter was so infuriated that she nearly disregarded the occasion to tug at her ear.
The Mu Family's seat was placed below the imperial throne.
Originally, it was a seat above all others, but today was somewhat different. The Supreme seat was deliberately positioned lower, and above it, an ample spot was reserved for a chair and table carved from pure white jade.
The tableware placed above was even more exquisite and sumptuous than that of the Emperor's seat, everywhere indicating superiority.
Mu Qingge and Mu Xiong sat down at the Mu Family's seat, her gaze lightly sweeping over that lofty, snow-white seat. Without needing anyone to introduce it, she could confidently conclude that this seat was prepared for that old monster.
