Damn it… Feng Jiu’er!
The Rong Empress’s teeth nearly shattered as she bit down: “Guards! Feng Jiu’er released a snake to harm people in my Xuanhua Hall. Bring her back to me!”
Feng Jiu’er immediately hid behind Zhan Qingcheng again: “Ninth Imperial Uncle…”
Who would have expected that this time Zhan Qingcheng simply allowed the Empress’s men to come and capture Feng Jiu’er, showing no concern whatsoever.
So you’re this much of a scoundrel, actually planning to stand by and watch! Weren’t you just venting anger on my behalf earlier? Hmph!
Unable to contain her frustration, Jiu’er secretly pinched the Ninth Prince’s arm.
Zhan Qingcheng’s breathtakingly beautiful face, his brow slightly creasing.
Pinching him? In over twenty years of life, this was the first woman to be so presumptuous before him!
The guards pressed down on Feng Jiu’er’s shoulders. Feng Jiu’er appeared frightened and pushed with her palm with all her strength.
With a slapping sound, what left everyone stunned was that the guard was actually knocked backward by her palm strike, crashing heavily to the ground.
Jiu’er stared at her hand as if it possessed divine power, remaining dazed for a moment before finally understanding!
It was the inner energy Ninth Imperial Uncle transmitted to her last night! Wow! Such powerful palm force!
“How dare you! You actually dared to injure my person!” The Empress, furious, grabbed a cup and hurled it over: “Seize her!”
What infuriated her most was that this girl actually dared to cling to Ah Jiu’s sleeve!
She had known Zhan Qingcheng for so many years, and Feng Jiu’er was the first woman who dared to be intimate with him without being pushed away!
If not for the fact that Feng Jiu’er was so hideously ugly that any man would lose his appetite upon seeing her, the Empress would have already killed her with her own hands!
While Feng Jiu’er dodged the cup, another guard stepped forward. This time, not daring to be careless, he gathered all his strength to seize Feng Jiu’er.
Unexpectedly, he was still swept back by Feng Jiu’er’s palm force.
These two were merely men the Empress had brought casually, yet now, they appeared completely inadequate.
The Empress’s expression darkened, and she roared: “Guards!”
Whoosh, whoosh—two black shadows stood behind her in an instant.
Feng Jiu’er’s palm tightened. These two were true masters. With her current abilities, she would have difficulty dealing with them easily.
Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around Zhan Qingcheng’s arm, appearing pitiful: “Ninth Imperial Uncle, they’ll break Jiu’er’s body!”
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his gaze to look at her. This girl was acting shamelessly again. Wasn’t she quite arrogant just moments ago?
Her body… naturally could not be damaged, after all, he still needed to draw her blood to practice cultivation and expel poison.
Zhan Qingcheng suddenly stood up, his cold eyes fixed on the Empress: “Jiu’er is merely a small girl. Why must the Empress quibble with her?”
“Ah Jiu, I…” seeing him protecting another woman, the Empress suddenly felt endless grievance in her heart.
“Jiu’er is still young and unsuitable for marriage discussions. The Empress might as well consult with the Emperor about temporarily canceling the marriage agreement between our families. Tell him… that I said so.”
Turning, he walked toward the door.
The Empress’s men naturally didn’t dare obstruct him. Already, being presumptuous in the Ninth Prince’s residence was showing great disrespect. The fact that the prince had not become angry was fortunate. Even the two standing behind the Empress wished desperately to leave.
The Ninth Prince’s martial power was unfathomably deep; they could not see through it at all. If it truly came to blows, they had no chance of victory whatsoever.
Furthermore, he was the sacred and inviolable Ninth Prince. Who would dare to fight him?
Though the Empress relied on her family’s military power in hand, even His Majesty had to show her deference, yet today she actually dared to oppose the Ninth Prince—such audacity!
The abandoned Rong Empress felt her emotions were indescribably complicated. Canceling the engagement… why, when hearing it from Ah Jiu’s own mouth, did it make one… so unwilling?
