"If Crown Prince Mo and His Highness the Chen Prince hadn't arrived in time, who knows what might have transpired."
"Sorry." Qin Xuan glanced awkwardly at Duan Yue and Mu Xingchen. "I'll make sure to explain this matter to him thoroughly."
Duan Yue lifted the curtain with one hand. As he bent to leave, he turned back to cast a disdainful glance at Eldest Young Sir Qin, a sardonic smile on his face. "How confident do you think he is in blocking Mo Lian and me with his own strength?"
"Next time? You might not even get a chance to see him again."
Duan Yue shot Qin Xuan a meaningful look before dropping the curtain and departing.
A chill ran down Qin Xuan's spine.
In other words, how merciful had Duan Yue been this time?
Perhaps, without that mercy, his Second Brother wouldn't have had the opportunity to use the transfer talisman matrix to escape.
