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Chapter 4371: 5.0123 Hideous

Long Hui's expression naturally turned extremely grim.

Normally, they didn't see many people around the Crown Prince.

Most of the Long family's attention was focused on the hundred powerful Phoenix clan members.

Who would have known that the Crown Prince, with a mere gesture, could instantly release over a thousand individuals?

Looking closely at his finger, these black-clad attendants must have been released from a space ring.

It was rumored that His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, was a rare Artifact Master of this era, and that ring in his hand... must be a spatial divine artifact capable of storing living beings.

Long Xiangyun wanted to step forward and say a few words, but her brother pulled her back, stopping her in her tracks.

Long Hui's gaze fell on Qiao Mu with a complex expression, and he sighed deeply. "Madam Bai, she..."

"Long Hui," Mo Lian interrupted him coldly, "Ever since you set foot in this Forgotten River, think about it yourself. How many people have tried to trouble Qiaoqiao? How many people harbor ulterior motives?"

"If you want to be a mediator, you need to consider if the conditions allow it."

Long Hui felt a chill run through him as he was stared at by the Crown Prince's cold, bone-piercing phoenix eyes.

"What is Bai Ningshuang to dare come and provoke trouble?" Mo Lian said coldly. "Go. Since the Forgotten River Long family is unwilling to act against this woman, you go and bring her here."

"Yes!" The leader of the Purple Forest Guards acknowledged the order with a clasped fist, then immediately turned and left with a group of black-clad youths.

"You!" Long Xiangyun's face changed slightly, and she quickly stepped forward to block them. "Crown Prince, this is the Forgotten River! You shouldn't..."

"Nonsense." Crown Prince Mo interrupted Long Xiangyun's incessant babbling, his gaze exceptionally clear and cold, like a deep, serene moon, his phoenix eyes profound.

"What's going on? I just went to handle some minor matters, Long Hui, why are you two arguing with Qiaoqiao again?" A cheerful voice drifted closer from a distance.

Everyone turned to look, and saw Young Master Ding, clad in purple robes, slender and elegant, walking along the flower path.

A gentle breeze blew, scattering tiny osmanthus petals onto his hair, clothes, and falling at his feet, carpeting the ground in a faint golden hue.

"Hideous," the little stoic said expressionlessly.

Everyone: ...

Could you possibly sound more insincere?

This gracefully clad young man in purple, whether standing in a crowd or in a bustling world, wouldn't be much inferior to your husband or the Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable beside you, would he?

"Flirting, utterly meaningless," Qiao Mu said coldly.

Feng Chen: ...

"Preening, putting on an act."

Mo Lian: ...

"Naturally seductive, hypocritical and affected!"

"Cough, cough," Mu Xingchen and Saint Son Miyan, standing nearby, couldn't help but cough stifledly.

Long Xiangyun looked speechlessly at the stoic-faced girl who was spewing out criticisms four words at a time.

Honestly, she also disliked Ding Yun's demeanor, but at least she wasn't blind. She naturally couldn't connect Ding Yun to "hideous" and the long string of criticisms that followed.

How much did Lady Qiaoqiao dislike the person in front of her?

Long Hui silently glanced at the little girl, then sympathetically at Ding Yun.

He suddenly felt that, compared to this young, handsome gentleman who was so disliked by Lady Qiaoqiao, at least he wasn't so annoying.

Ding Yun walked all the way over, stopped in front of Qiao Mu and the others, and smiled sweetly. "Qiaoqiao, did Long Hui cause you trouble?"

Long Hui couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Hadn't he received enough lessons on this journey? He wasn't so foolish as to go and trouble the little stoic for no reason.