Chen Baojia ran over, crying and repeatedly shouting, "Your Royal Highness, help me! Your Royal Highness, I, I..." She stumbled and fell to the ground, reaching up to touch the sticky blood trickling down her forehead, startling herself into fear.
Duan Yue subtly frowned, almost imperceptibly. He was about to raise his hand and swat the woman away to avoid listening to her babble, but Qiao Mu, sensing his movement, quickly stopped him. "Don't bother with her!" If this woman needed a beating, she'd do it herself; she wouldn't let it tarnish their reputation.
Liang Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle. "What, a ninth-level Spirit Master can't even walk properly?"
Chen Baojia gritted her teeth in exasperation, her face ugly as she stood up. She trembled as she stood to the side, constantly glancing furtively at the expressionless Qiao Mu. Biting her lip, she still managed to say, "Qiao, Miss Qiao."
Mo Lian's gaze turned sharp, shooting at her. "I think you have a death wish."
Qiao Mu quickly soothed her enraged Mo Lian, then turned and gave Chen Baojia a dismissive glance. "I advise you to leave quickly."
"What right do you have to tell me to leave quickly??" Chen Baojia's anger flared. If it weren't for this woman, how could the Crown Prince be so cold and uncaring towards her, not even bothering to look at her?
"If Chen Zhaozhi can't teach his daughter properly, I will teach her for him!" Mo Lian became furious, looking as if he was about to raise his hand and eliminate Chen Baojia on the spot. Madam Qiao Qiao quickly wrapped her arms around his arm, holding him back.
Zhongli Zhiwei had already died. If Chen Zhaozhi's daughter were to die here now, who knew what colossal waves would be stirred up in the court and throughout the land. Furthermore, Zhongli Zhiwei's death could be attributed to the secret realm, eradicated by spatial forces. If the Crown Prince personally killed Chen Baojia, it would undoubtedly attract much criticism. While Qiao Qiao's Mo Lian was usually unrestrained and never feared such criticism, Qiao Qiao disliked it, disliking people constantly discussing her Mo Lian.
Duan Yue's eyes flashed, his face showing impatience. "All this chatter. In my opinion, it's better to just kill her off quickly." With that, a long sword appeared in his hand.
Chen Baojia immediately panicked, retreating several steps and screaming, "You can't kill me! My, my father is Chen Zhaozhi, the Left Prime Minister, and my, my great-aunt is Empress Dowager Chen, who is also His Royal Highness's grandmother! I, I..."
Chen Baojia wasn't truly foolish. Seeing the murderous intent on Duan Yue's face, realizing he genuinely wanted to kill her, she scrambled over to Saint Child Mi Yan's side, crying out, "Save me, Saint Child! Saint Child, save me!"
Saint Child Mi Yan felt like he was being played! This Chen Baojia, lacking common sense, insisted on provoking the troublesome little stoic. Now that things had escalated beyond control, she was dragging him into it!
Seeing Saint Child Mi Yan's grim expression, Chen Baojia nervously shrank behind him, her eyes scanning Duan Yue with a hint of fear. Her hands tightly gripped Mi Yan's outer robe, holding onto him as her last straw of hope.
Qiao Mu felt a headache coming on. She quickly stepped forward and pulled Duan Yue away. "I told you not to bother with her. Why kill such a person? You'd only dirty your hands. Let's go." If this Chen Baojia had any sense, she wouldn't have followed them here.