1869 No Way to Resolve Things Peacefully

Crown Prince Mo gazed coldly at Princess Jing. "Or is the Jing Family set on harboring the culprit? Jing Linyao."

Crown Prince Mo looked at her meaningfully and commented, "You should consider carefully the consequences of offending this crown prince."

Jing Linyao was silent for a while, and then she raised her hand and told two maidservants who had walked out from the tavern's main entrance. "Go call for Third Young Lady and them."

The first one to walk out from the tavern was Jing Qiyao. She was indifferent since this situation had nothing to do with her. It was all Third Sister's mess, so she could go resolve it herself since she was so capable.

Behind her were Madam Jing and Jing Minyao, who supported each other as they walked out from the tavern. They gazed ferociously at Jing Linyao when they saw her.

"Jing Linyao, what did you call us down in the middle of the night for? What the hell else do you want to do??" Jing Minyao was cursing, but her expression changed when she saw the crowd of people standing at the entrance.

"Who are they?"

Madam Jing looked guardedly at Jing Linyao before turning to observe Qiao Mu and her party.

Yet Jing Minyao's gaze was already on Mo Lian, and her eyes lit up like fireworks.

"Your Highness?" She had seen His Highness the Crown Prince's portrait before. She naturally identified such an exceedingly handsome man from the crowd at a glance.

However, those men and women next to His Highness the Crown Prince also had outstanding looks too. Jing Minyao's eyes veered toward Feng Chen.

There was a thin smile on Feng Chen's lips as he stood leisurely on the side.

Ay, the Jing Family definitely wouldn't be able to resolve things peacefully if the little lady couldn't vent her wrath today.

After all, no one could be a fool to laugh it off without pursuing the matter after getting chased by so many assassins.

Moreover, from the little lady's personality of yielding neither to force nor persuasion, tut. The Jing Family just had to go and provoke this little hoodoo.

Madam Jing also recognized the crown prince at once, and she quickly went up to curtsy with a smile. "Greetings to Your Highness. This one is the wife of the Aurora Desert's Pangu Tribe's Chief, Wang Limeng, ah…"

Before she could finish speaking, a vine whip cracked through the air toward her.

"Madam!" The two guards beside her shouted in alarm. They quickly rushed up to block the vine whip, but they didn't expect its tricky movement. It swept under their feet before rearing up and lashing Madam Jing's body.

Dao Wuji's eyelid jerked.

Tut tut tut, this little lady truly was ruthless to the extreme.

She directly dished out a serving of vine whipping without any explanation. It looked like she really was quite furious.

"What does Your Highness the Crown Prince mean by this?" Madam Jing yelped as she retreated backwards and pressed against her aching waist.

She felt the burning pain from the lashing through her clothes.

Mo Lian naturally wouldn't deign to speak to this foolish woman. He cast Jing Linyao a cold glance. "Jing Linyao, who gave the order?"

"Third Sister, I can't cover for you anymore." Princess Jing sighed.

"The outcome of your actions is here before you. You can't blame anyone else for doing those things either. As the Third Young Lady of the Pangu Tribe, you have to take responsibility for your actions and should not implicate your tribesmen."

"Does Mother agree with what I said?" Princess Jing turned to ask Madam Jing.