2208 The Consequences Are Rather Severe
Those twenty plus buff men walked up and then look at each other in dismay before quickly setting those ten sows inside.
"Where is he?"
The guards twitched their mouths, but they escorted the howling Mo Kun forward without a word. They bowed in greeting. "Crown Prince Consort."
"Mhm." The young crown prince consort deadpanned, "Quickly escort the Vassal Prince of Jianping inside."
"Yes!" One of the guards twitched his mouth, suppressing his laughter. He announced calmly, "Vassal Prince, please!"
"What are you doing? What are you guys doing?? What, what are you doingggg!!" The Vassal Prince of Jianping screamed tragically.
The Vassal Prince of Jianping flailed his arms about and grabbed at anything he could. He clung to the fence as he got dragged inside.
Mo Lian: …
Qiao Mu coldly watched as the Vassal Prince of Jianping clung on to the fence for dear life. The guards failed to escort him inside.
The little fellow thus trotted up and gave his butt a flying kick!
Mo Lian: …
*Bam!!* The Vassal Prince of Jianping pitifully tumbled headfirst into the pigpen and fell flat on his face.
His teeth nearly got knocked out, and tears started streaming out his eyes.
"Shut the gate!" At Qiao Mu's order, the guards swiftly locked up the gate.
Everyone: …
"You can't do this!" The steward threw himself at Mo Lian's feet.
The boy servant Ah-Biao was also frightened to death. He scrambled over with a pale face and kowtowed repeatedly toward Mo Lian. "Your Highness the Crown Prince, Your Highness the Crown Prince, spare our lives!"
Mo Lian: …
This Highness didn't do anything! What was up with your expressions that said "This Highness was utterly heartless?"
Qiao Mu leaped up onto the gate and looked coldly at the Vassal Prince of Jianping who was scrambling in the pigpen.
She waved her petite hand, and a sparse powder drifted into the pigpen.
She expressionlessly watched as the ten sows suddenly started getting agitated. They chased after the Vassal Prince of Jianping and butted at him crazily with their snouts. Qiao Mu turned around in distaste and hopped down from the gate. "Come bring over several buckets of water."
"Reporting to Your Highness the Crown Prince, Reporting to the Crown Prince Consort. Th-Those, cough, those guests to the night banquet, ha-have come."
"Oh." Mo Lian turned to look at the boy servant making the report. "Who is there."
"Cough, Shuntian Prefecture's Prefecture Lord, and the sect leaders and elite disciples of the Six Yang Faction, the Tianfu Faction, and the other big factions."
"Mhm. Bring them over," Mo Lian stated indifferently.
Bring them over??
"You cannot! Your Highness the Crown Prince!" The steward bawled out loud as he prostrated on the ground.
"How can I not? The host is over here! Didn't they come over for a banquet? A banquet is sure to have some entertainment." Crown Prince Mo waved his hand impatiently. "What are you babbling for. Quickly bring them over."
The steward: !
It was popular for the hosts of banquets nowadays to be the entertainer?
"Yes." The boy servant awkwardly left to carry out this order.
The remaining people feared to even breathe a word. They silently lowered their heads and stood at attention on both sides. They wished that they were deaf so that they didn't have to hear all this.
At this moment, everybody wished for nothing more than to be wooden stakes!
This crown prince could even discipline the Vassal Prince of Jianping, let alone small fry like them.
Who dared to stand out and provoke this hoodoo couple?
