"Don't you find it the most ridiculous thing in the world that you all aggressively ran over to look for Our crown prince consort after Courtesan Zheng miscarried?"
"Your Highness, this is a cruel person. She is not suited to be the crown prince consort of a kingdom." Priest Dayu advised the crown prince earnestly with a candid look.
"What did you say, you freaking Daoist priest?" Qiao Lin shouted. All her hackles had raised, just like a little lioness that was about to go berserk.
Meanwhile, Crown Prince Mo even slapped toward the Daoist priest's cheek without mercy.
Yet the Daoist priest's body dodged and evaded, escaping from the wind that the crown prince had whipped up with his palm. He stood firmly before Qiao Mu again, as swift as an afterimage.
