"If you dare touch me, I'll have my Abu report you to the Emperor and see if he'll spare you!" Qiqige said arrogantly, showing no fear of her words and instead believing that she was bluffing.

It is no longer the time when Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang was alive. The Khorchin are not as powerful as they used to be. Even Prince Darhan would not dare to complain to the Emperor about such a trivial matter. However, Qiqige can still be so arrogant towards the two wives, which shows that the Khorchin are still arrogant at heart.

He Yue couldn't stand her being so smug and arrogant, even more so than herself.

He then approached Qiqige, crossed his arms, and freely scrutinized her arrogant and smug expression, a smile playing on his lips, but his words carried a deeper meaning: "According to you, should we be afraid of you?"

While the Eighth Prince's wife held the whip in her hand, Qiqige was angry and unwilling to admit defeat, and Heyue was not afraid of her sudden attack.

Qiqige glared at her resentfully, remaining silent.

"That sounds plausible, but the Emperor is extremely busy. Are you sure he would care about something like this?" she said calmly, completely unconcerned about Qiqige's pale face.

He bent down and pulled a dagger from his boot. He lightly ran his right index finger across the surface of the dagger, staring at the dazzling light it emitted under the sunlight, and smiled in a rather unfriendly manner.

However, Qiqige's eyes widened in shock, her chest heaving, and she gritted her teeth, shouting angrily, "How dare you!"

The Eighth Prince's wife shook her head helplessly. How could she not understand that she was deliberately trying to scare the woman? But she did not stop her, and leisurely watched the woman's face grow paler and paler.

"Look at your face, so repulsive. If I were to ruin you, do you think the Eighth Prince would still look at you?" He Yue raised her dagger and took a step closer to her. Startled, Qi Qige dropped her whip and took a few steps back, pointing at her with a fierce but weak expression: "Let me tell you, if you dare to touch a single hair on my head, I, Abu, will definitely kill you!"

"Heh, I'll just have to see what happens if I touch even a finger of yours." He scoffed and quickly approached her. Qiqige screamed "Ah!" and retreated hastily.

He chuckled softly, watching her cover her face and frantically try to dodge, thinking to himself that this Mongol's courage was nothing special.

Just then, a hand suddenly reached out and snatched the dagger from He Yue's hand.

He Yue turned her head and immediately smiled ingratiatingly, as if her expression had changed: "Fourth Brother, what are you doing here?"

My heart sank. Looking at his dark face, I could clearly see everything. But I didn't actually lay a hand on him; I was just trying to scare that annoying woman. He shouldn't do anything to me, right?

Thinking of this, He Yue mustered her courage again, looking at him with clear and innocent eyes.

Qiqige's eyes lit up, and she immediately pointed at Heyue and shouted to the Fourth Prince, "Fourth Prince, this woman is trying to kill me! You must stand up for me!"

He Yue was furious. What an annoying woman! She wanted to tear her mouth off right then and there.

The Fourth Prince glanced at her coldly, and Qiqige immediately felt a chill run down her spine, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. Her courage waned, and she dared not speak again.

He Yue breathed a sigh of relief, secretly admiring how formidable the Fourth Master was. A single glance from him had silenced the other party like a quail, and her mood immediately improved.

It feels so good to have someone to rely on.

How could she forget that compared to herself, Qiqige had no relation to the Fourth Prince? Why would she side with Qiqige?

"You're getting bolder and bolder!" The Fourth Prince sheathed his dagger, frowning in displeasure, his tone tinged with helplessness.

He Yue grew bolder and muttered in a low voice, "I didn't really do anything to her. It's just that her mouth is too annoying, so I taught her a lesson."

Qiqige glared at her angrily again.

"Hmph, go ahead and be angry, you'll be so angry you'll die," He Yue said, her lips curving into a smile.

"Go back, your thirteenth brother is looking for you." The Fourth Prince didn't say anything more; with just this one sentence, it was too tiring to keep him any longer.

"Heyue takes her leave." She curtsied neatly, winked at the Eighth Prince's wife, and rode away.

Heyue breathed a sigh of relief once they were far away.

I really ran into the Fourth Prince twice today. Although he didn't seem angry, it's best to behave and not really anger him.

It had gotten dark in a short while. When they returned to the tent, Thirteen was nowhere to be seen. Heyue pouted and thought, "Hmph, he really lied to me."

Feeling bored and too lazy to go out, Heyue lay down on the chaise lounge for a nap.

Half an hour later, Thirteen returned, now dressed in a light, dark green robe, looking handsome, tall, and elegant.

Heyue had just woken up and was drinking a bowl of lotus seed soup when Thirteen came over with a smile and sat down beside her. After watching her finish, he handed the blue and white porcelain bowl to Hailan, examined her face, and asked with a smile, "Did you have a good time today?"

She wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, her expression indifferent: "Not very good."

Thirteen looked puzzled, his brow furrowing: "Are you feeling unwell, or did someone offend you?"

He Yue snorted: "Just ran into an annoying person."

Then she recounted the events of the day in detail: "The Mongolian princess is truly detestable. It's not wrong to like someone who is so straightforward, but she's different. She spoke recklessly and arrogantly in front of the other man's wife. Does that mean everyone should just obediently let her into the house?"

The Thirteenth Prince chuckled: "What's there to be upset about? Didn't you bully her back?"

"Even so, I'm still in a bad mood." He Yue's face was still sour, a typical case of getting the better of someone and then acting innocent.

Thirteen's eyes lit up, and he immediately sat behind her, massaging her shoulders and leaning in with a smile, saying, "Is this any better?"

Seeing that she remained silent with a sullen face, he instead held her hand and comforted her: "Why are you worrying about Eighth Sister-in-law? Let alone that Eighth Brother might not like Qiqige, if he did, he would have taken her as a concubine years ago, why would it be like this now? Even Eighth Sister-in-law is not someone who can be bullied by others. Your meddling has offended Khorchin for no reason."

"You think I shouldn't teach her a lesson!" He Yue turned her head and glared at him, as if she would beat him up immediately if he dared to say a word against her.

Thirteen hurriedly shook his head, saying, "Yes, yes, yes." He then guiltily wiped the smear on his forehead.

Seeing that he was being hypocritical, Heyue reached out and grabbed his ear, watching him grin and raise his eyebrows in anger: "I just can't stand her arrogant attitude, I just want to teach her a lesson and let her know that what she shouldn't covet can't be touched!"

"You talk as if you're the Eighth Prince's wife!" Thirteen muttered unhappily.

He Yue immediately glared at her fiercely, and tightened her grip.

Thirteen immediately changed his tune, adopting a cynical attitude: "The Fujin did the right thing, she should be taught a lesson!" He reached out and pulled her hand down, smiling: "It was that Qiqige who deserved to be beaten!"

He Yue then withdrew her hand: "You're smart to know what's good for you!"

Thirteen sighed, put his arm around her waist from behind, and asked casually, "But when will my wife be able to treat me better than my eighth sister-in-law?"

He Yue looked up and saw the resentment in his eyes, and a sour feeling in the air. She chuckled.

Thirteen tightened his grip on her waist, his voice growing increasingly resentful: "I see you care about Eighth Sister-in-law much more than you care about me, yet you still laugh at me like this."

Heyue stroked her chin and nodded: "I'm laughing because I'm happy. It's quite funny to see you being jealous."

Thirteen immediately became enraged and bit her nose.