Holy Son Miyan was dumbfounded, feeling as though he had once again fallen for the little monk's trickery.
Meanwhile, Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao appeared impatient. She sharply rebuked Holy Son Miyan, "Why so serious with a child? What does he know? You're practically at the age of his great-grandfather! Why make things difficult for a child of all people?"
Speechless, Holy Son Miyan accepted the blame.
"Alright, alright, little monk. My bad. Ha! Quit crying!" he conceded.
Everyone: …
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao turned her petite head. "Hurry up and leave!"
As they conversed, a few individuals who had been holding back took the opportunity to dash away. Seeing the path clear, they hastily abandoned their conversation and fled first.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao's efforts hadn't been in vain!
