"Hahaha, you know what, if a scene of two kids pulling each other's hair were to actually happen, it would be enough to make us laugh for a whole year."
"If that were to happen, it would be a complete disgrace to the Great Yong Dynasty. How could Princess Anle compare to Princess Jiayue? She couldn't possibly be..."
As everyone was discussing, Jing Le swung a palm at Duan Feibai.
[No one will know if I let the water out like this, since I'm only three years old.]
Duan Feibai currently lacks internal energy and can only barely unleash some simple moves, but that's enough to deal with a three-year-old child—of course, that's a normal three-year-old child, not Jing Le.
So both of them were holding back, and their fight really looked like a children's squabble, which made everyone shake their heads.
The envoy from the Southern Kingdom had dark eyes. He gave an order to the guard behind him, who turned and left the main hall, hiding in an inconspicuous corner. He then took out a small jade flute from his robes.
I blew on it, but no sound came out.
However, Duan Feibai inside the hall stiffened, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his eyes slowly turned red, losing all human spirit, like a puppet on a string.
Upon receiving the order, they launched a direct attack on Jing Le.
Jing Le knew she was in trouble the moment the jade flute started playing!
Jingyue could hear the flute music that others couldn't, but through her spiritual energy, it reached their ears.
She hadn't forgotten that her current mission was to save Duan Feibai.
So that's where you can get there.
With bloodshot eyes and a murderous look on his face, Duan Feibai lunged at Jing Le, his fingers forming claws, displaying extreme ferocity.
Those who witnessed this scene screamed in terror.
"ah!"
"Lele, be careful."
"younger sister!"
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