Zhao’er’s slender waist was caught by someone.

Only then was she spared the risk of being hit!

But she was also frightened.

Her face suddenly turned pale.

When she came to her senses, she discovered someone had caught her. A pair of large, strong hands firmly held her waist.

She immediately turned her head to look.

And saw Jingrong’s heroically imposing face suddenly before her.

She could even feel the cold breath exhaling from his nose.

Cool and breezy, brushing against her delicate little face.

This wasn’t the first time she’d been in such close contact with him.

The first time they met, he had saved her. This time, he had saved her again.

As if destined by fate!

The restless butterfly in her heart seemed about to burst flying from her throat.

“Big Brother Jing…” She went from her earlier fright to becoming somewhat bashful.

But Jingrong completely ignored her adoring gaze. After pulling her up, he immediately released her.

Maintaining a certain distance.

Zhao’er: “Thank you.”

Jingrong said nothing, but immediately strode quickly between Li Cheng and Miss Lian.

Just as Miss Lian was preparing to stab with the golden hairpin in her hand, he grasped her hand in time.

The brawl finally stopped.

“Miss, this is a teahouse, not a theater stage. If you want to make a scene, wait until you leave here. Don’t disturb the people here.” His tone was icy.

Seeming even colder than the weather outside.

Miss Lian’s hand was raised in mid-air, tightly gripped by Jingrong.

She could clearly feel the force holding her wrist growing heavier and heavier.

As if about to crush her bones!

“You…” She met Jingrong’s cold, stern eyes and couldn’t help but tremble.

The only word that popped into her mind was “cold”!

Very cold.

Both angry and fearful, she forced out: “You… let go!”

Jingrong naturally wouldn’t argue with a woman. He loosened his five fingers and flung away Miss Lian’s reddened hand.

With the momentum, he also seized the golden hairpin from her hand and stabbed it backward into the table beside them.

“Thunk!”

A large section of the hairpin was embedded into the table.

Showing how great the force was.

Miss Lian’s whole body trembled.

This man was a martial artist.

Not to be provoked!

But she had always been someone who cared about face. Now being humiliated like this in front of her good sisters, though her heart feared Jingrong’s authority, her fury couldn’t be contained either.

She said: “Why are you meddling!”

Jingrong’s brow raised slightly: “I don’t have time to meddle in your business. It’s just that we’re drinking tea here and don’t want to be disturbed. Miss should have made enough of a scene.”

Though his words were cold, they were still well-meaning advice.

“Not enough!” Miss Lian glared at Li Cheng who had already dodged to the side, pointing angrily: “I’m teaching this heartless scoundrel a lesson. Even skinning him alive and pulling out his tendons wouldn’t be enough!”

Women!

Li Cheng smiled bitterly, already covered in sweat!

To avoid fighting with a woman, when Miss Lian kept stabbing with the hairpin earlier, he could only keep dodging, resulting in breaking out in sweat even in this bitterly cold winter.

Then he looked at the fan in his hand that had been stabbed with countless holes, feeling both fortunate and heartbroken.

He said: “You woman really are frightening. If this fan hadn’t blocked for me, these holes would be stabbed one by one into my body.”

“That’s exactly what I want—to stab you full of holes.”

“Gentlemen use words, not hands. If you keep making trouble like this, I really will fight back.”

“Heh, you heartless scoundrel—how can you call yourself a gentleman? If you’re capable, go ahead and fight back for this young lady to see.”

“You…”

Miss Lian reached up and pulled another hairpin from her hair bun, preparing to stab Li Cheng.

Jingrong, caught in the middle, couldn’t help feeling helpless.

He again seized Miss Lian’s hand, forcefully flinging her away, and rebuked: “Enough!”

His temper flared!

He originally didn’t want to meddle in this idle matter, especially a romantic idle matter.

But if this continued, it would be endless, disturbing his elegant interest in drinking wine.

Miss Lian was flung backward, stumbling several steps.

Barely managing to stand steady.

But still unwilling to give up.

“You men are all no good.” Furiously angry.

Jingrong glanced at her lightly, then turned to Li Cheng and said: “Young Master Cheng, we’re leaving first. This matter—you solve it yourself.”

“But we haven’t finished our tea yet!”

“If we keep drinking, we’ll really drink ourselves into trouble.”

“This…”

Jingrong said to Ji Yunshu: “Let’s go.”

Ji Yunshu nodded lightly.

She didn’t want to get involved either!

Seeing him withdraw, Miss Lian swallowed her anger, raised the hairpin in her hand, and once again stabbed toward Li Cheng.

Li Cheng dodged accordingly.

Perfectly avoiding it.

Also becoming somewhat impatient: “You really are endless.”

“If I don’t vent this anger, it’s hard to calm my fury.”

She stabbed again.

Li Cheng inadvertently dodged to Jingrong’s side, and the hairpin also consequently slashed over.

Jingrong, who had been planning to leave, hadn’t reacted in time yet. He only instinctively blocked with his hand.

But unexpectedly—

That sharp hairpin tip traced a perfect arc through the air, then sliced open a gash in Jingrong’s palm.

Extremely deep!

Blood splattered.

“Ugh!” Jingrong’s brow furrowed in pain.

“Jingrong?” Ji Yunshu froze, just about to check his injury.

But Zhao’er was faster!

Zhao’er immediately lifted Jingrong’s injured hand, taking out her own handkerchief to bandage it, tears streaming from her eyes.

“…Big Brother Jing, are you alright?”

Her voice trembling.

Extremely worried.

Ji Yunshu stood dumbly in place.

She wasn’t the type of woman who liked to forcefully compete. Moreover, she was currently in men’s clothing.

Lang Bo also rushed over almost immediately, but not to care for his prince’s injury—instead he drew his long sword, aiming it at that Miss Lian.

When the sword was placed at her throat, Miss Lian was terrified!

The hairpin in her hand dropped to the ground.

Her eyes widened, full of fear.

Lang Bo’s face was full of killing intent: “I never hit women, but today I’ll make an exception.”

“Ugh!”

Miss Lian was frightened.

Seeing this, Li Cheng immediately grabbed Lang Bo, persuading: “Brother, show mercy.”

“This kind of woman should be taught a lesson.”

“But she’s still a woman.”

“…”

Jingrong also spoke up in time: “Stand down!”

“Young Master…”

“Stand down.”

Lang Bo could only suppress his belly full of rage, sheathe his long sword, and silently retreat to the side.

At the same time, Jingrong also withdrew his hand that Zhao’er was holding, turning instead to look at Ji Yunshu.

He said: “Help me bandage it.”

Extending his injured hand to her.

Ji Yunshu immediately took out her own handkerchief, grasped his hand, and pulled him to sit down on the side.

Zhao’er stood dumbly in place.

Looking at her now-empty hand.

Somewhat dejected!

She hadn’t expected Jingrong would push her away. But heartache ultimately still covered the disappointment in her heart.