After the song ended, Mu Qingyun was summoned by several dukes and viscounts under his command to discuss some matters. Mu Qingyun turned his head and glanced at Su Qiluo. Coincidentally, he was also being surrounded by people, as if they were discussing some important matter.
Bored out of her mind, she looked down at the table. Although the blood gave her a strange urge, she could barely resist it.
I need to find some time to ask Su Qiluo for another bottle of Qingsu, and drink it next to him. He'll definitely protect me.
She lowered her head, her thoughts wandering.
However, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of them.
He raised his eyes and saw Prince Brauer standing before him.
The man's eyes were fixed on her, and he didn't say a word. He held a glass of red liquid in his hand and gently placed it in front of her.
“Human, this is the red wine I’ve given you. Clink glasses with me.” Brauer proudly raised his head, staring coldly at her with a condescending air.
She was all too familiar with this posture.
She glanced down at the red wine on the table, but did not reach out to take it. "I'm sorry, I am Prince Ansester's man. Without his orders, I cannot clink glasses with you."
Using Ansester to intimidate him? Fine, very well, this woman really doesn't know her place.
Brauer snorted coldly, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and forcefully held it in front of her. "I'm telling you to drink, do you dare not drink?"
Mu Qingyun's eyes turned cold. She didn't reply to him, but quietly reached her right hand under the table, her palm flashing red light.
"drink!"
He forced the wine glass to her lips, and she flicked it away quietly with a flick of her fingertip.
At the same time, a muffled clap of thunder sounded in the sky, followed by a huge crash, and flashes of lightning peeked through the cracks in the not-quite-closed window.
Brauer was startled by the lightning; he had no other faults except for his fear of thunder.
What he didn't notice was that the corner of his clothes behind him was ignited by the flames, and the clothes immediately burst into flames upon contact with the fire.
"Prince Brauer!"
His subordinates were quick-witted; they immediately brought over a bucket of water. As soon as the water was poured in, Mu Qingyun lightly tapped his fingertip, and the flames vanished instantly.
Although the fire was "extinguished," Brauer was drenched from head to toe by the bucket of water, and his clothes were soaked and clung tightly to his body.
Tsk, you wouldn't guess, she's quite a gossip, but she has a pretty good figure.
Mu Qingyun made no attempt to hide her scrutinizing gaze, and smiled at him, "Prince Brauer, go and change your clothes."
"You!" Brauer naturally noticed her mocking expression, clenched his fists, and angrily punched her in the face.
"Smack."
Before Mu Qingyun could move, Su Qiluo was already standing in front of her, grabbing Brauer's fist as it came at her.
“Your Highness, they just rejected your offer. It’s not that serious. Doing so would make you seem like a sore loser.” Su Qiluo used a little force to push Brauer’s hand away.
"Xinuo, are you challenging me?" Brauer narrowed his eyes, staring angrily at Su Qiluo, who was wearing a mask.
“I didn’t mean that, but you can think that way.” Xinuo lowered his eyes and smiled. “It doesn’t sound good for a prince to make things difficult for a little blood slave.”
Yin walked over from a short distance away, but he only glanced coldly at Brauer and didn't say anything.
Lester is currently observing this situation with interest, but shows no intention of interfering.
He couldn't interfere, because if he did, Lester would definitely come over too. It would be better to let Su Qiluo fight with Brower, so that Brower would keep burning with anger.
"Damn it!" Brauer roared, throwing a punch at the henchman who had splashed water on him.
The fist landed squarely, and before the henchman could react, he was sent flying.
He couldn't lay a hand on Sino, not only because Sino was the Duke and Leicester's subordinate, but also because he heard that Sino's skills were improving day by day.
If one cannot even defeat a duke who is one rank below oneself, that would be a huge disgrace.
Lester couldn't help but feel a little amused by Brower's frustrated expression.
Although he had been angered by Xinuo earlier that day, he was still quite happy to see Brauer being humiliated on the spot.
There's a saying that goes something like this: seeing someone else lose money is a hundred times more enjoyable than making money yourself.
"Oh, don't bother with him."
He secretly chuckled to himself for a moment, then stood up and walked over there. "Sino, how could you speak to Prince Brauer like that? You can't do that again."
It was a soft, gentle remark, but he just smiled and didn't seem to care at all.
"Hmph." Brauer snorted angrily and strode away.
"Hey, where are you going?" Lester asked quickly, looking at Brower's ashen face.
"What else can we do? Go change your clothes."
"Ha, that's hilarious." Lester chuckled and muttered to himself before turning and heading to the center of the dance floor.
After watching the person leave, Su Qiluo turned to look at Mu Qingyun behind her and said, "Don't be afraid, Yi Beixuan will protect you from now on."
“No need,” she shook her head. “Do you still have any Qing Su on you?”
She needs to get out of the situation of being "controlled" by the hidden person as soon as possible.
"No, didn't I give it to you?" Su Qiluo raised an eyebrow in confusion, her face showing no other expression besides doubt.
But his expression was hidden by his mask, and Mu Qingyun thought he was complaining about her.
"I was knocked over by Hidden," she replied honestly.
Upon hearing this, Su Qiluo frowned. "I'll notify the military academy to send it over later. I'll have Yi Beixuan deliver it to you tomorrow night."
"Okay, thank you." She lowered her eyes, thanked her, and then didn't say anything more.
She was chatting with Su Qiluo, while not far away in the banquet hall, Yin tilted her head and listened to Su Qiluo's words, a faint smile curving her lips.
You're delivering it tomorrow night, right?
Okay, he understands.
"Prince Ansester, are you listening to me?" A viscount beside him asked coldly, repeating his words three times, but remained silent for a long time.
"I heard it all, it's all nonsense, nothing worth my time to say." Yin replied lazily, his gaze sweeping over Lester, who was happily dancing on the dance floor, his eyes dark and unreadable.
The next day, as the first rays of sunlight shone on the earth, the banquet in the banquet hall was drawing to a close.
Looking at the sky outside, Mu Qingyun thought for a moment and then got up to go find Yin.
"What is it, my blood slave? Do you need something from me?" Yin turned to look at her and asked.
"I want to go out today." She looked up at Yin. "You took me away out of the blue, and I haven't explained it to the old man yet."
Grandpa?
"That old man?" Yin frowned. "You've only known him for a few days, why bother explaining to him?"
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