2211 What's the Price?

Dunzhu pretended to show his concern and said, "How are you? Vassal Prince of Jianping! Cough, don't force yourself if you do not feel too well. Ah, you had better help the vassal prince back to his room."

The faction master of Six Yang Faction, Qing Guang, looked at the crown prince's back with a complex expression.

This Highness had actually… shamed his own cousin in front of so many clan elders and sect leaders. It was evident that he was not easy to get along with.

However, it made sense. The Vassal Prince of Jianping was really looking for trouble by challenging the identity of the Divine Province's crown prince…

Not only did he nearly risk his life, he had also lost all face in front of everyone.

The patriarchs all stood there awkwardly. They did not know whether they should immediately skedaddle or continue standing here in the background!

Fortunately for them, Dunzhu walked forward and helped up the discomposed Vassal Prince of Jianping with a smile. "Vassal Prince of Jianping, are you… fine?"

"Do I look fine??" The Vassal Prince of Jianping snapped shrilly. He was in a crazed state and did not care at all about Dunzhu and company.

He only wanted to vent out all his wrath!

His voice was so loud that it startled the patriarchs, and they all stepped back while furrowing their brows.

The Vassal Prince of Jianping held on to the boy servant Ah-Biao's hand and got up shakily. His legs were still trembling uncontrollably. Mo Kun shouted, "Mo Lian, Qiao Mu, I won't be letting you off!"

He would not let this matter end like this!

That Mo Lian allowed his wife to actually treat him like this. He, he was definitely going to lodge a complaint with his father against him!!

This d*mn Mo Lian and d-d*mn Qiao Mu, this black-hearted couple. He definitely wasn't going to let them off!

"Vassal Prince." Ah-Biao said despondently, "His Highness the Crown Prince is difficult to deal with. We had better return to the Divine Province first…"

The Vassal Prince of Jianping slapped him and screamed indignantly, "Shut up!"

Ah-Biao covered his face and backed away in fright.

The Vassal Prince of Jianping pointed fingers and shouted, "You all will pay for this!"

"Oh, pay what?" A cold voice came from beyond the crowd.

Mo Kun did not expect that Mo Lian and Qiao Mu would actually come back after leaving.

Mo Kun pissed his pants in fear on the spot, and he pushed the steward and Ah-Biao in front of him as cover.

He hid his entire body behind the steward and Ah-Biao. He only probed his head out halfway and screeched, "You, you two, what do you still want??"

"I'm warning you, d-don't be reckless. Don't act foolishly!!!" Mo Kun screamed at the top of his lungs and croaked like a dying duck.

Qiao Mu walked up to Mo Kun expressionlessly and beckoned to him with her finger.

"What do you want??" Mo Kun's nerves tensed up. He clung to his steward's waist, unwilling to let go.

The old steward's face had already turned green. His waist was hurting from the vassal prince's grip.

"Bring him over."

At Qiao Mu's order, several guards immediately swarmed up and wrested Mo Kun's hands behind his back against his will. They escorted him over to Qiao Mu.

Mo Kun's eyes bulged in horror. "W-Witch, wh-what did you do to me?"