3347 Here We Go.

"Long time no see, Qiao Qiao. I've missed you dearly."

Qiaomu glanced at him, uncharacteristically not retorting.

"Do you have time to chat?" Qin Xuan asked with a smile.

"What's going on here?" Before the little deadpan could reply, a rude voice rudely cut in, belligerently shouting, "That guy who suggested the archery competition just now, Young Master Gu, right? What, are you trying to slip away now?"

"You people of Shenzhou are truly unwelcoming! How can you abandon your guests and go talk to a bunch of women?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Young Master Qin's eyes. He turned to look at the brawny man striding towards them. "This is Prince Jiaru of the Barbarian Tribe. Ladies, to avoid offending anyone, please go upstairs first."

The young ladies, gazing at the elegant Young Master Qin, naturally blushed and felt their hearts flutter. Then, turning to look at the barbaric prince charging forward, the women quickly recoiled, all turning to leave in unison.

"Hey, wait!" Prince Jiaru of the Barbarian Tribe put his hands on his hips and laughed heartily. "Since these young ladies have come, why don't we all compete together? Our Barbarian Tribe women are all capable of holding up half the sky. Are your Shenzhou women just delicate flowers in a greenhouse, untouchable and unwatchable?"

As Prince Jiaru made a sweeping gesture, two women with exposed midriffs and graceful figures symbolically waved their bows and arrows, displaying smug expressions.

Lady Luo, kneeling on the ground, a faint smile flickering in her eyes, lowered her gaze: It's here!

Qin Xuan chuckled as he turned to Prince Jiaru. "Are you truly blind or pretending to be? The noble ladies of Shenzhou have no interest in competing with a barbarian like you. Alright, aren't you satisfied with the Young Masters Gu and the others accompanying you in the competition?"

Prince Jiaru snorted, "So your Shenzhou women are all such cowards."

These words were quite impolite, and the noble young ladies naturally looked furious.

Mu Rouqin's face also immediately darkened. "Guests are welcome, and as hosts, we naturally treat them well. But if a guest oversteps their bounds too much, as hosts, we have reason to ask them to leave."

Prince Jiaru's face darkened. He stared grimly at the seemingly sickly young lady before him. She appeared small in stature, and her face wasn't particularly outstanding, yet when she stood there admonishing him, she carried quite an imposing aura.

"This little woman is quite spirited," Prince Jiaru said with a sinister smile. "I fancy you. You shall be my thirty-third concubine!"

Everyone was dumbfounded!

Mu Rouqin trembled with anger, her hands tightly clenched.

"What nonsense are you spouting! A mere barbarian dares to covet our young lady! Go hide somewhere cool!" Mu Rouqin's maid, also a fiery one, immediately started cursing without hesitation.

"What are you to tell me that? Let your family elders come and speak to this prince! This prince will exchange ten Level 10 spirit artifacts for this little woman!" Prince Jiaru brazenly shouted.

Mu Rouqin wrung her hands, her face ashen with fury, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Qiaomu glanced at Mu Rouqin and lightly patted her hand. For some reason, Mu Rouqin felt her surging anger significantly subside with the Crown Princess's gentle pat.

"Where are the Crown Princess's guards?"