1155 His Highness is Jealous

A sword flashed past swiftly, aiming straight for Ding Yun's heart.

This swift strike was precise and vicious. However, Ding Yun jumped up and somersaulted in mid-air before backing three steps away with Qiao Mu in his grasp.

Duan Yue let out an exclamation of surprise and smilingly praised with a nod, "Your kungfu is not bad. It's only unfortunate that you are about to become a dead man!"

Ding Yun scoffed. "You're talking about yourself, no?"

"How dare you still grab on to her and not let go?" Mo Lian was completely enraged. Raven Moon abruptly appeared in his hand, shooting a vicious energy straight at Ding Yun's eyes.

"Your Highness, please wait." Situ Yi hastily leaped up to him and parried his sword. He then mediated, "It's not too late to fight after talking things through."

"Little Junior Sister! Why are you so naughty! You've already returned to the royal capital, yet why haven't you notified us? Do you know how much effort His Highness the Crown Prince has put in these past few days to find you, Little Junior…" Situ Yi paused halfway through because he noticed that Little Junior Sister's gaze simply wasn't directed at him.

This little fellow was looking left and right for something. She really was blind, not looking over here at the three peerless pretty boys standing in front of her!

She could still peer about distractedly like this? My *ss!

"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao?" Duan Yue also discovered that Qiao Mu's gaze wasn't right, and he couldn't resist calling her twice.

Qiao Mu searched all around with a stoic face, making them also turn around to see what exactly she was peering at!

When Qiao Mu finally settled her gaze on the three of them, her face was extremely frigid and apathetic. Her gaze did not shift nor was there a ripple on her face, just as if she were looking at… three strangers.

Mo Lian's heart squeezed. When he saw this terrifying and icy gaze, his heart was simply about to shatter!

Duan Yue also widened his eyes in shock. "Qiao, Qiaoqiao, what happened to you? How do you not recognize us?"

"She never did from the start! What is the use of pretending to know each other!" Ding Yun sneered.

"There's nothing to say! It's him! He captured our Qiaoqiao and fed her something that prompted this dull-witted state! How dare he still not let go even now. Just wait until I butcher him." Wrath infected Duan Yue's beautiful peach-blossom eyes, and with a twist, he flung a tack at Ding Yun's throat.

"Brother Duan Yue, keep calm and do not get agitated." Although Situ Yi was also anxious, he was the most level-headed out of the three of them. He had yet to be overcome with fury from this situation, so he hastily restrained Duan Yue before turning to speak to Ding Yun. "This one is Heavenly Dao Sect's Situ Yi. This brother must be Beijing Manor's Young Master, Ding Yun."

"Correct." Ding Yun stared at him. "Who are you people? Why have you blocked my way again and again and again?"

Baoyan squeezed her fingers nervously as she stood beside him. The moment Crown Prince Mo and them appeared, her heart started beating wildly like a thunderous drum, scared and on edge for her young sir's safety.

She could tell that Young Sir's capability should slightly be inferior to His Highness the Crown Prince's. If these three people before them were to join hands against them, Young Sir lacked any possibility of fleeing.

It was all this idiot's fault! She was the one who attracted all this trouble!

Baoyan looked resentfully at Qiao Mu, who was beside the young sir. Even so, Qiao Mu remained expressionless, perhaps even a bit absent-minded.