Princess Wanping slashed downward with her sword: "I'll kill you myself, spare you the trouble of spreading slander about the Prime Minister!"
"Princess, Princess!"
Meng Qianqian held her tightly.
Princess Wanping gritted her teeth: "Meng Qianqian, how dare you!"
"Yes, yes, I'm being brazen. Swords have no eyes, Princess, please put the sword down first, lest you hurt yourself."
Meng Qianqian snatched the sword and handed it to Chang Kuan.
Chang Kuan quickly threw the sword far away.
He was truly afraid this ancestral figure would accidentally hurt herself.
Meng Qianqian had figured it out—when the Princess was happy, she called her Little Nine; when she addressed her as Meng Qianqian, it meant the Princess was angry.
Moreover, that old fox, Prime Minister Xun, had disguised himself too well. Princess Wanping trusted him deeply.
In this world, people like Princess Wanping were probably not few in number.