Murong Ling lifted his head and noticed Lu Yeming standing right in front of him. Within seconds, Lu Yeming had acted, protecting Jun Xiqing behind his tall build.
The corners of Murong Ling's lips kicked up, revealing a slight smile on his devilishly charming face. "West Duke, you're really petty. Men are bros forever and women are just like clothes that could be switched out anytime. Just let me take a look at her!"
With that, Murong Ling moved swiftly, stretching out his arm to pass by Lu Yeming, reaching for Jun Xiqing.
But Lu Yeming moved even more quickly than Murong Ling, grasping Jun Xiqing's svelte waist to pull her into his embrace, his other arm striking Murong Ling's chest with a swift motion, bringing about a sudden strong gust of wind.
Murong Ling staggered backwards.
"Third Prince!" The royal guards ran over to check on him.
"I'm fine, leave us." Murong Ling signaled for everyone to leave. "West Duke, you've won again!"
