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"What happened?" As a gloomy and deep male voice sounded, Ouyang Pingtian caught sight of the newcomer, Jing Tian'ao, and couldn't help but feel a moment of surprise, unsure whether it was relief or discomfort.
She, Ouyang Pingtian, a distant cousin of the Ouyang Empress, was someone with connections in the palace. However, it was well-known that Jing Tian'ao's mother, Consort Yu, did not get along with the Queen.
Yet, Jing Tian'ao also had no fondness for Xia Huxin. Although Jing Tian'ao's attitude towards Xia Huxin had changed somewhat yesterday, Xia Huxin had publicly humiliated Jing Tian'ao in front of the citizens of the capital. After thinking about it all night, how could Jing Tian'ao let Xia Huxin off the hook today?
With this thought, Ouyang Pingtian's previous uncertainty vanished. She adjusted the sapphire ring in her hand that was still dripping blood and bowed to Jing Tian'ao.
"Greetings, Prince Ping... ah ah ah ah ah!"
Before Ouyang Pingtian could finish her sentence, she let out a scream and couldn't form a complete sentence.
Almost at the same moment that Jing Tian'ao stepped into the room, a flash of red entered as well. A willow branch in hand moved like lightning and wrapped around Ouyang Pingtian's arm. Before she could react, the branch suddenly yanked in one direction, dislocating Ouyang Pingtian's arm.
"What a vicious woman! You actually tortured Huxin Sister's personal maid to this extent! This Young Master will not rest until you are torn to pieces!"
Xuan Yuan Ling, dressed in red, changed his expression upon seeing Huxin lying on the bed.
Before entering the room, he and Jing Tian'ao had only seen Qing Yan, who was tortured beyond recognition, and had not noticed Huxin lying on the bed.
They assumed Huxin was absent; otherwise, Ouyang Pingtian would not have dared to vent her anger on Huxin's maid. They never expected Huxin to be in the room as well, and in such a state.
Although Huxin lay face down on the bed, her figure, with cascading hair like a waterfall and delicate arms, conveyed an overwhelming allure even from behind.
However, at this moment, Xuan Yuan Ling and Jing Tian'ao's initial attraction quickly turned into overwhelming anger and jealousy.
Because they both saw the mottled red marks on Huxin's back.
What did that signify? How could these two men not understand?
More importantly, they were furious that each other witnessed this scene!
"What happened?!" After regaining his composure, Xuan Yuan Ling uttered the same words as Jing Tian'ao.
Qing Yan, lying on the ground and barely breathing, spoke softly, already gasping for breath.
“Xuan Yuan Heir... find the master... save... save... the young lady... we cannot let them ruin the young lady... the young lady's... Reputation…”
Qing Yan finished speaking, her head felt heavy, and she fainted.
Jing Tian'ao glared fiercely at the unconscious Qing Yan on the ground with red eyes.
This reckless maid actually chose to trust Xuan Yuan Ling at this critical moment. He, Jing Tian'ao, should be the one closely related to Xia Huxin.
Xuan Yuan Ling's expression changed, and just as he was about to step forward, he heard Jing Tian'ao's cold voice beside him.
“Xuan Yuan Ling! This is a woman's chamber! You have no relation to Xia Huxin, what reason do you have to approach? If anyone is to investigate, it should be This King!”
Jing Tian'ao's voice was chilling to the bone.
His current mood was undoubtedly more complicated than anyone else's. Xia Huxin had mocked him coldly yesterday; if it were in the past, he would have sent someone to punish her severely. But now he... still had to compete for this little woman with jealousy!
Jing Tian'ao couldn't even articulate what he felt at this moment.
And Xuan Yuan Ling, with his usual temper that could ignite without a spark, would have kicked Jing Tian'ao out long ago if not for Huxin’s unclear situation. No matter who he was—Prince Ping, Fourth Prince, if Xuan Yuan Ling disliked him, they were all worthless!
Xuan Yuan Ling and Jing Tian'ao locked eyes, their pupils clashing fiercely in the air. It was a palpable atmosphere of hostility.
“Jing Tian'ao! Stop disgusting This Young Master! If you had taken action earlier, no one in the entire Vast Continent would have occupied her heart like you did! Now she treats you like trash, yet you shamelessly cling on like a leech! Get the hell away from me, or I'll kick you out!”
“Xuan Yuan Ling! Clean up your mouth! Don’t think you can act so arrogantly just because you have epilepsy! Your father indulges you, and the Empress Dowager and Queen don’t hold it against you for face’s sake, but here with This King, don’t expect to gain any advantage!”
The usually aloof Jing Tian'ao now radiated hatred and jealousy from his eyes, completely deviating from his usual demeanor as if he were a different person.
“Do you think this piece of garbage is worth my time? Only those faded flowers and willows would think you're useful! In my eyes, you're nothing but a pile of dog shit that even dogs wouldn’t look at!”
“Xuan Yuan Ling! You're asking for death!!” Jing Tian'ao roared lowly and raised his hand to strike at Xuan Yuan Ling’s chest.
In the room, others watched as Ouyang Pingtian clutched his dislocated arm, writhing in pain on the floor. The two old women also fared poorly against Qing Yan, leaving them battered and bruised.
Now, upon seeing Jing Tian'ao and Xuan Yuan Ling, Ouyang Pingtian trembled and knelt on the ground, not daring to help himself as he rolled on the floor in pain.
Who would have thought that the mighty Xuan Yuan Ling and Jing Tian'ao, who could shake the Vast Continent with a stomp, would be arguing so fiercely at this moment, nearly coming to blows?
One was the Mad Prince, feared and avoided by everyone on the Vast Continent, while the other was the cold and noble Prince Ping, yet they were quarreling in a woman's boudoir.
The two maids were so frightened they nearly fainted, while Ouyang Pingtian was in such pain that he lacked the strength to even shout.
"You both have no reason to take this step! Xia Huxin is mine..."
As a steady voice rang out, a powerful internal force mixed with a chilling killing intent surged in from the doorway. Just as Jing Tian'ao raised his hand to strike Xuan Yuan Ling's chest, this thick internal force decisively separated the two who were about to clash.
"...Master."
At that moment, as Jing Tian'ao and Xuan Yuan Ling simultaneously prepared to counterattack, Liu Yuren gasped heavily and uttered those last two words.
In an instant, both Xuan Yuan Ling and Jing Tian'ao turned dark-faced, their internal energies almost reversing due to Liu Yuren's words, nearly causing them to go berserk.
If Gu Xuanhong was cunning and clever like a nine-tailed fox, then what could be said about Liu Yuren? He was simply infuriatingly unyielding, leaving no room for relief!
In the courtyard, the Purple Glazed Soft Sedan Chair came to a steady stop. The expressionless Yao Tai reached out to lift the three layers of light gauze curtains.
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