3348 Mourning for You

Lady Luo, kneeling on the ground, her eyelids subtly twitching, suddenly felt that the Crown Princess's words sounded too familiar.

"Here!"

As the little deadpan's command fell, over a dozen ghostly black figures arrived with whooshing sounds, appearing swiftly behind the Crown Princess.

Young Master Qin's mouth twitched inexplicably. He suddenly didn't know what to say. He looked at Prince Jiaru with a hint of sympathy, feeling that this fellow's fate was likely to be quite tragic.

However arrogant he was now, he would be equally miserable later... Based on his experience, basically every person who had a direct conflict with the little deadpan never came to a good end!

Prince Jiaru frowned at the little deadpan, then surveyed her from head to toe, grinning. "What, little woman, could it be that you want to volunteer to become this prince's thirty-fourth beloved concubine?"

Before he could finish his sentence, a Purple Forest Guard slapped him across the face. Prince Jiaru was indeed someone with some skill; he wasn't entirely useless. Seeing the Purple Forest Guard's palm strike, the man retreated a few steps, throwing a punch that met the Purple Forest Guard's sweeping palm. His expression then subtly changed, and he retreated several more steps.

"Prince!"

"Prince!!"

Over a dozen brawny tribesmen of the Barbarian Tribe surrounded them, their faces filled with anger. The two beautiful concubines with exposed midriffs also rushed forward in a panic, shrieking, "What are you doing? How dare you be so disrespectful to the Prince!"

"Prince." One of the concubines turned her head to glare in Qiaomu's direction, angrily speaking, "Who are you? How dare you lay a hand on the Prince? Do you know who he is? He is..."

"Silence!" Qiaomu impatiently shouted, waving her hand. "Throw them all out."

"Yes!" Several Purple Forest Guards strode forward, each grabbing a Barbarian Tribesman and stepping outwards. Although Prince Jiaru had evaded the initial attack, with two or three Purple Forest Guards attacking him simultaneously, how could he be their match?

Within a few moves, the Purple Forest Guards completely subdued him. At this moment, Prince Jiaru was held by one of the Purple Forest Guards, his face flushed, roaring wildly, "Is this how you Shenzhou people treat guests? Don't you dare boast about Shenzhou people's hospitality outside! Hahaha, hospitality my ass!"

Qiaomu coldly glanced at the barbarian, then suddenly raised her hand and signaled, "Wait a moment."

The Purple Forest Guards secretly glanced at the prince, all mourning for him in their hearts. Wouldn't it have been better if he had just been carried out quietly? He just had to provoke the Crown Princess again.

"What, the thirty-fourth concubine?" Prince Jiaru grinned triumphantly at the little Crown Princess. "Are you finally scared now? I'm telling you, I, Jiaru..."

"Slap!" Before the fellow could finish his sentence, he was stunned by a burning pain on his face. Prince Jiaru's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, sparks flickering within them. He glared furiously at the little deadpan standing before him, holding a disciplinary ruler, and roared, "You, you little woman, how dare you hit me?!"

"Slap!"

It seemed that this disciplinary ruler caused considerable pain. Two slaps later, Jiaru lost three teeth, and his entire left cheek swelled up. The fellow's hands were tied behind his back, making him unable to move, so he could only twist his body repeatedly, trying to break free, roaring furiously.