Qiao Mu regarded her with disdain. "Stop your yelling. Shouting won't help you in the least."
The young lady kept her sword against her chest. "That Mr. Zhao of yours is probably dead by now."
"Now it's your turn." Qiao Mu noticed Madam Guo'an's concealed hand and knew she was up to something.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao simply gazed at the woman before her, her expression devoid of words.
Duanmu Qing emerged through the hole and called out to her, "Qiaoqiao, is there any trouble?"
As he finished speaking, Madam Guo'an, lying askew on the ground, suddenly straightened up and bellowed, "You little wretch, I'll make you taste my power…"
A glimmer of malevolence flickered in her eyes. Madam Guo'an extended her hand and tossed a cloud of perfumed powder.
Duanmu Qing immediately rushed forward. He had originally thought that the young lady would suffer a severe setback if caught off guard.
However, what he didn't anticipate—
