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Chapter 4293: 5.0045 Morals Lost

The surroundings fell completely silent...

Everyone stared dumbfounded at Her Royal Highness, unable to find their voices for a long time.

Officer Zhao's eyebrow twitched violently. She suddenly felt that she had truly overestimated Her Royal Highness's morals before.

Her Royal Highness could be said to be born without morals.

Qiao Mu expressionlessly looked at Qing Xuexue, who was holding her right hand. "Do you agree to return Little Six to me?"

Qing Xuexue shook her head like a rattle-drum. "No, no return! Pfft, what 'return'? Little Grass is my younger brother. Why should I return him to you?"

"Fight."

"I'm not fighting, not fighting, not fighting! Ahhh!" Qing Xuexue, hanging onto Qiao Mu's hand, squawked loudly, "Don't think you can bully the small! I can't beat you, I can't beat you! I won't fight you."

Qiao Mu: ...

From Skysphere to Shenzhou, she had met many people and many oddballs on this journey, but none were as peculiar as the girl before her.

"You want to be a rogue?" Qiao Mu stared at the girl with a strange look in her eyes.

"Who, who says I'm being a rogue?" Qing Xuexue's body trembled slightly, intimidated by her gaze.

Then she clung even more tightly to Qiao Mu's right arm. "I, I can give you something else? Any treasure in my Allure Queendom's treasury, you, you just name it! But, but you can't take Little Grass away."

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Queen."

Qing Xuexue heard the voices from all around, and her hands, hanging onto Qiao Mu, suddenly stiffened.

Her neck turned very mechanically, and when she saw the woman walking onto the Heavenly Battle Stage through the dense vines, she nearly fell flat on her bottom.

Qiao Mu looked over.

She saw Her Majesty the Queen walk up composedly, dressed in a black gown with a crimson cotton belt around her waist, adorned with a small, pale green jade gourd.

"Who is Long Chuyun to you?" There was a faint hint of excitement on Queen Qing Ye's face.

Qiao Mu sized up the Queen, wanting to pull her hand back, but Qing Xuexue held on tightly, refusing to let go.

So, she could only drag Qing Xuexue forward a few steps, reluctantly cupping her fist in a salute. "She is my mother."

Qing Ye's gaze was turbulent and excited as she stared at Qiao Mu, nodding repeatedly after a long moment. "Good, good."

With a wave of Qiao Mu's hand, all the soft, intertwining vines retracted, and the Heavenly Battle Stage became clear and unhindered again.

"Child, come with me to the palace," the Queen nodded to Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu took a small step, then realized she still had someone clinging to her wrist.

This person was still desperately holding onto her right hand, even though she had already put the discipline ruler back into her consciousness abyss.

"Can you please stop holding onto me?" Walking like this was truly a bit troublesome.

"Then will you promise to give up Little Grass?"

Qiao Mu shook her head. "No."

Qing Xuexue was furious. "Why are you so stubborn? You won't snatch Little Grass from me."

Qiao Mu walked off the Heavenly Battle Stage with an expressionless face.

Long Xiangyun saw Princess Qing Xuexue still clinging to her arm and couldn't bear to look at them.

In the Qingfeng Pavilion, Her Majesty the Queen leaned back on her throne, smiling as she observed Qiao Mu who was before a small table.

Princess Qing Xuexue was still clinging to Qiao Mu's right arm like a ghost hanging from a rope, refusing to let go.

After being glared at by the Queen, Qing Xuexue stiffened slightly, but her hands remained tightly clasped onto Qiao Mu's arm.

"Utterly rude," the Queen scolded crossly. "Why haven't you let go?"

"No, Mother, I want her to promise not to steal Little Grass from me."