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Chapter 3534: 4.1134 A Conclusion

"Tong, assemble a debt collection team. Within half a month, collect all of the Shi family's debts. Then transport them to Sky Void Star."

"Yes, Crown Princess."

Mo Capital had suffered a great catastrophe and urgently needed resources and funds. Why should those people who had caused such devastation, leaving the city's inhabitants destitute and heartbroken, be allowed to live comfortably and enjoy peace in the Divine Continent?

Compensation was a must!

Even if it wasn't solely the Shi family's fault, it was because they raised such a troublesome daughter.

Since they couldn't raise their child properly, they should bear the bitter consequences she brought upon them.

Leaving Aoyue and his team to oversee the execution, Qiao Mu then departed first with Caixiu and Liyue.

The little Crown Princess walked briskly ahead, her figure appearing somewhat lonely from behind.

Caixiu and Liyue exchanged glances, then hurried to catch up.

For some reason, although the Crown Princess had dealt a crushing blow with no one able to resist, both Caixiu and Liyue sensed that the little Crown Princess was not in a good mood.

Indeed, the little Crown Princess was in a very bad mood.

She walked extremely fast, and as her plain white dress fluttered, a sense of irritation spontaneously arose within her.

[Although I've settled a long-standing grievance, the truth is, I'm not happy right now. How I wish you were here beside me, accompanying me...]

Her cold eyes flickered slightly, and she suddenly saw peach blossoms scattering and drifting across the sky.

In a trance, she saw a man in red, holding a small pink umbrella, his steps light and ethereal, approaching her. He chuckled, "Oh, my Qiao Qiao, you seem to be in a very bad mood."

Qiao Mu glanced at him and saw that he was even carrying a bald little monk.

The little fellow constantly kicked his legs, his hands pressed together in a solemn manner. "Benefactress, please don't carry this humble monk; this humble monk is not a sack of rice!"

"Go comfort my benefactress," the Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable said, casually stuffing the little bald monk into Qiao Mu's arms.

"Lady Benefactress, you have a strong murderous aura."

"Nonsense!" The Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable flicked the little fellow's bald head. "What are you talking about? My Qiao Qiao has always been a soft and adorable little one. Where would she get a murderous aura?"

The little monk wrinkled his nose and said seriously, "Benefactor, it's wrong for you to speak falsehoods with your eyes open! Lady Benefactress, how about this humble monk recites a calming mantra for you?"

Qiao Mu's extremely foul mood, after being subjected to their playful banter, inexplicably improved slightly.

She nodded, raised her hand, and stroked the little bald monk's slippery head. "Recite it."

"Namo, Haratana, Dorayaya..."

"Namo, Arye..."

And so, the little bald monk's chattering voice continuously echoed in the little Crown Princess's ears, rambling on and on, ceaselessly.

The Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable couldn't help but roll his eyes to the sky.

Why did he have a fleeting feeling that he shouldn't have released this verbose little bald monk?

It goes without saying that Miss Qiao, holding the incessantly chattering little monk, returned to the Qiao family residence on her own.

Meanwhile, the terrified Shi Yongqian, after the Crown Princess departed, suddenly leaped to her father, the Shi family patriarch, grabbing his arms. "Kaka" sounds continuously escaped her throat, but she couldn't utter a single word.

She glanced at a withered branch on the ground, quickly let go of the Shi family patriarch's hand, rushed over, picked up the branch, and repeatedly gestured with it on the ground.

But who had the patience to watch her, like a madwoman, gesturing like that?