(70) Don't Show off Prestige, or else You Will be Taken as a Sick Cat

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Just then pain had taken hold of all her senses. So when Xiao Xu carried her up, she still hadn't returned to her senses. In the blink of an eye, she was already sitting on horseback.

The night wind carried a trace of coolness and refreshingness as it blew by, drying the tears on her face.

Sticking to the chest of the person behind her, separated only by the garment, she could feel his warmth. She properly settled her little heart that was just startled, but now she didn't want to face him.

Xiao Xu sensed her little moodiness, and his brows wrinkled. On the battlefield, he could see the other party's every arrangement and scheme at one glance. But he had no way of understanding a child's thoughts. After all, a child's world wasn't easy to understand.

And just at this time, several fine horses rushed over in a hurry. They also attracted Chu Qing-Yan's gaze.

One could see at the front a youth wearing a brocaded clothing taking the lead. His white, moist face was full of worry until he saw the two people nestled against each other on the horse's back before he released a breath in relief.

"Eldest Royal brother, nothing happened to Qing-Yan right?" After the two groups neared each other, that youth in brocaded clothing looked at Chu Qing-Yan who had turned her head away. He couldn't see her expression clearly, so he turned his head toward his Royal brother to ask this.

"Nothing." Xiao Xu lowered his head to take a glance at the person in his arms before faintly replying.

"Then that's good." Brocade clothed youth rubbed his head, then turned his head toward Chu Qing-Yan whose back of her head was facing him all along. He turned the horse around to turn to the other side, smiling happily to say to her. "Smelly girl, you are bound for good fortune after surviving a great disaster."

Chu Qing-Yan already saw Xiao Ran since earlier, but when she saw him, she recalled the assassination attempt today. She couldn't help but want to take her anger out on him. If it was not for him, would she still suffer this senseless absurd calamity?

Once she heard his words, Chu Qing-Yan's belly was full of fire, without thinking she retorted back. "Are you certain I will have good fortune afterwards? I would rather not have this great catastrophe!"

Xiao Ran never thought this smelly girl would actually dare to talk back in front of him. For a split second he couldn't return to his senses, but the attendants behind him had already taken a step forward to angrily rebuke her. "Audacious, this is the stately Fourth Prince. How could he allow someone like you, this lowly wild girl, to offend!"

Hearing 'wild girl' – these two words, Chu Qing-Yan was just about to retort when she heard a light reprimand coming from over her head. "Making trouble."

Chu Qing-Yan immediately ceased, with her little cheeks puffed up, biting her lips full of indignation. She kept silent, not resisting doesn't mean she gave up or feared him. Rather, this meant she knew that a genius adapts to circumstances!

Xiao Xu saw her fuming expression and felt this was much more full of life than her spiritless aura from before, then turned his gaze to that attendance with his chin lifted up high.

That attendant originally was still arrogant and despotic, but when he received His Highness Prince Ying's cold and ice shard like gaze, he immediately lowered his head and retreated from fear that almost make him piss in his pants.

Xiao Ran was somewhat annoyed by Chu Qing-Yan talking back to him. Having grown to this age, he had always sailed smoothly with the current for so many years, until he met the girl in front of him who always made him kick into an iron plate. He was about to get angry at her, but when he saw her pair of watery eyes, that had a layer of bleakness and an expression of having been wronged floating on its surface, the berating words that had arrived at his mouth suddenly choked in his throat.

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