Lian Musu finally saw Hu Miaomiao's face fully, thinking to himself that it really did resemble how his clan uncle had described, quite accurate indeed.
He bowed in gratitude, "I haven't yet, thank you kindly for your rescue."
"Don't mention it, don't mention it, Jieyuan Gong was calm in the face of danger," Hu Miaomiao praised with a delighted smile, thoroughly pleased with the term "your grace." This was someone esteemed by His Majesty, surely destined for great fortunes. The term 'your grace' carried weight, making the rescue worthwhile.
However, Hu Miaomiao's praises were genuinely heartfelt. While Guo Shun was keeping an eye on Lian Musu, he too was observing him from the shadows, noticing how Lian Musu sacrificed his own safety to protect others and fought with his life on the line. If he hadn't intervened, the man before him would have died. His quick composure was indeed worthy of the Emperor's favor.
