The commotion naturally alerted the manager of Wangyue Tower, and Han Yifan quickly went to inform his boss, Han Xuri.
He already knew that the young master of Huicui Pavilion was owned by the sister-in-law of the master's brother.
They also learned that the young master's fiancée had been entangled with the prince these past few days.
Therefore, upon seeing that the Ninth Prince had come looking for them, they went to inform their employer.
I just hope the boss can arrive in time and prevent the young master's fiancée from being bullied.
Before the master even arrived, the Eighth Prince came in a menacing manner, which made Han Yifan very anxious. He really wanted to break through the crowd and squeeze in.
But neither of the two groups of guards at the door gave him any way out. Large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead, and soon the handkerchief in his hand was soaked through.
Hearing the commotion inside, they were afraid that the two princes might hurt the young master's fiancée in a fit of anger, which would be troublesome.
He inwardly despised the two princes.
"Shameless bastard, forcing that young girl."
To put it nicely, they were attracted to her looks; to put it bluntly, they were after her godfather's money.
"A bunch of shallow-minded fools, do they really think the person above them isn't thinking straight? To appoint someone like you as crown prince, they must be out of their mind."
There was nothing I could do; I couldn't find a chance to go in, so I could only hide next door and eavesdrop on what was happening inside.
Just when he thought Zhao Qingyan would be forced to comply, Zhao Qingyan burst out laughing.
"Eighth Prince, are you sure you want me to enter your residence, or to be your concubine?"
The last two words were pronounced very heavily.
The Eighth Prince's eyes gleamed with smugness; he thought to himself,
"What are you pretending to be, a chaste and virtuous woman? You're just a two-faced person."
Too many have tried to play hard to get with me, do you think you're worthy?
"Hmm." When faced with Zhao Qingyan's question, the Eighth Prince simply gave a perfunctory "hmm" and then stared at Zhao Qingyan's face while fanning himself.
To be honest, this young lady is quite pretty; the more you look at her, the more beautiful she becomes.
Just based on her looks alone, she has to be married into the prince's household.
Zhao Qingyan raised her hand and slammed it on the sandalwood table in front of her.
Then he slowly raised his hand, leaving a small palm print on the table.
The mark was just a bit deep, big enough to fit Zhao Qingyan's whole little hand inside.
The Eighth Prince, who had been so confident of winning, suddenly fixed his gaze on the handprint on the table as Zhao Qingyan made her move.
Sweat almost dripped down my forehead.
"My goodness, is this some kind of demon? How can it have such strength?"
He never expected that Zhao Qingyan intended to beat him up.
My mind is still making various comparisons of gains and losses.
Zhao Qingyan asked, "Ninth Prince, is it illegal to assault a prince?"
The Ninth Prince, who was suddenly nominated, looked horrified.
"You, you, you can't act impulsively. You can't hit people. That's a grave offense of disrespect, and it will implicate your entire family."
"What if relatives ask each other to teach each other martial arts? Would that be fine?"
Zhao Qingyan asked again.
The Ninth Prince clearly hadn't quite grasped Zhao Qingyan's train of thought; he nodded.
"It's perfectly fine for relatives to learn from each other."
Zhao Qingyan nodded and smiled, thanking the Ninth Prince for clearing up her doubts.
"Eighth Prince, do you think I should make the first move, or should you and all the guards of your residence attack together?"
The Eighth Prince had now fully recovered from the shock he had just experienced.
"Young Master, are you going to attack me, this king? Aren't you afraid of being punished for disrespect?"
Zhao Qingyan extended her index finger and shook it.
"No, no, no, how can this be considered disrespectful?"
It was clear that the Eighth Prince was highly skilled, and seeing that the commoner was equally skilled, he wanted to spar with her.
"If the prince gives an order, how dare we disobey?"
As she spoke, Zhao Qingyan stood up and slowly approached the Eighth Prince.
The Eighth Prince, who had previously acted all high and mighty, has finally come to his senses and knows that things are unlikely to end well today.
The little girl was not threatened; on the contrary, she was enraged.
I just don't know if my own guards are capable of fighting back.
Even if Zhao Qingyan took small steps, the distance between them was only seven or eight steps.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Qingyan arrived in front of the Eighth Prince. Just as she was about to raise her hand, the guards behind the Eighth Prince extended their swords.
Zhao Qingyan laughed. So, all members of the royal family are the same.
If you block me with your bare hands, it might be somewhat useful, but are you trying to tell me you know how to wield a sword by holding this broken sword in your hand?
With a "smack," the hand holding the sword was slapped away, and then Zhao Qingyan reached out and grabbed the Eighth Prince's shoulder blade.
With a forceful pull, they actually lifted the Eighth Prince off the chair.
Then, with a forceful pull, he was dragged and thrown to the ground.
Upon seeing this, the guards behind the Eighth Prince immediately drew their swords.
As a result, before he could even draw his sword, Zhao Qingyan kicked him several times, slamming him against the wall.
If it weren't for the Moon Gazing Tower, the guards of the Eighth Prince's residence would probably have already walked through the wall.
Just as Zhao Qingyan was about to take off her shoes and whip the Eighth Prince, the door to the private room was pushed open again.
The person who entered was none other than Han Xuri, the owner of Wangyue Tower.
Han Yifan was following behind him.
Upon seeing the chaotic thoughts in the private room, Han Xuri's lips twitched involuntarily.
"What's going on? Are you sparring? Sister-in-law, Uncle Zhao, are you two alright?"
Everyone says the guards of the Eighth Prince's residence are highly skilled in martial arts. What did you think after experiencing their skills?
Zhao Qingyan glared at Han Xuri, thinking to herself,
"Damn it, if you had come in any later, I would have definitely given that Eighth Prince a good beating with the sole of my shoe."
Reluctantly withdrawing her hand from the shoes on her feet, Zhao Qingyan stood up.
"Big brother, what brings you here?"
Lately, I don't know what's wrong with me, but strangers often come up to me and say strange things, which makes me not know what to do.
Do you think most of those people who tell me they are princes or nobles are lying?
"They dare to lie to me? Then they'll have to face my wrath! I won't rest until I've given them a good beating!"
Han Xuri didn't know how to respond to that, thinking to himself,
"You brat, what are you planning to do, cause a huge upheaval?"
But they still had to keep acting.
"Yifan, quickly help the person on the ground to the next room. I'll have a good chat with my two cousins and their wives, and Uncle Zhao."
Han Yifan waved his hand, and a group of people immediately came in, helped up the guards of the Eighth Prince's residence, and took them to the next room.
When the Ninth Prince saw his cousin, he was as excited as if he had found his tribe.
“Cousin, you’ve finally arrived. Please sit down. Quickly, try to persuade the myna bird to stop arguing…”
"Shut up, Ninth Brother. If you dare to spout any more nonsense, I'll stew your cockatoo later."
The Eighth Prince, lying on the ground with no one to help him, roared angrily.
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