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Chapter 4569: 5.0321 What Kind of Sickness?

Her elder brother's illness...

She really didn't want so many people to see it.

"Everyone, please stop here." Sikong Fuling reached the entrance of a grotto, then suddenly turned to Princess Wushuang and the others, saying with a cold face, "Big Brother is very ill, and too many people going in will disturb him. Please forgive us."

Princess Wushuang glanced at Qiao Mu, about to say something.

Then she saw the Emperor of Cangzhou, smiling gently at her little sister-in-law, a pure and warm smile like a spring breeze brushing willows. He said, "You go in. I'll wait for you here."

Oh my god, how could she speak ill of someone with such a smiling face?!

Bright as the brilliant sun, even distant stars couldn't match a fraction of his smile.

Princess Wushuang covered her chest with one hand.

[Big Brother, I'm sorry, I'm defecting...]

[This dog emperor of Cangzhou is truly, truly... too handsome.]

So that's why looks are truly dangerous; "lust blinds the mind" is absolutely true!

Young Master Fu San quickly rushed forward, grabbed his wife in a hug, and dragged her away.

"Shuangshuang, why are you always looking at that Emperor of Cangzhou??"

"What's so good-looking about that guy? He's just a little bit more handsome than average, isn't he?"

"His entire family from Cangzhou, from top to bottom, are all ugly ducks; only he's a tiny bit good-looking."

"His looks aren't even one ten-thousandth of your husband's! Stop looking, stop looking, okay?"

Heh heh, your thick skin is indeed comparable to the bronze walls of a city gate! Princess Wushuang thought to herself.

Qiao Mu looked back at the bickering couple, shaking her head helplessly.

Then, turning to Duan Yue, she nodded, signaling him not to worry. Only then did Qiao Mu turn and follow Sikong Fuling into the dark, gloomy grotto.

The grotto was unlit, and for a moment, it was pitch black.

However, with Qiao Mu's eyesight, she could fully adapt to the dark environment in an instant.

Moreover, as long as she released her divine sense, she could completely "see" the situation inside the grotto.

The grotto wasn't large.

A shadowy figure was huddled in a corner of the innermost cave wall, seemingly wrapped in a thin blanket, shivering uncontrollably against the wall.

Sikong Fuling scoffed with a sarcastic smile, "I didn't lie to you this time, did I? No need to keep so many helpers outside the cave, as if I might harm you at any moment."

"With your current skills, you probably can't do anything to me now," Qiao Mu said very honestly.

Sikong Fuling choked on her words, her chest almost bursting with anger!

Can this person just not talk?!

When she talks, she can infuriate even saints.

She couldn't help but retort, "Then why did you still keep a Divine Realm expert outside the cave? Are you afraid our siblings would eat you?"

Qiao Mu glanced at her. "If a fight breaks out, I can't be without a helper!"

Sikong Fuling was speechless, her heart heavy from Qiao Mu's two sentences, and she angrily said, "Stop talking nonsense, quickly go and take a look!"

Qiao Mu expressionlessly walked closer, coldly saying, "From just now until now, you're the only one who's been talking nonsense!"

Sikong Fuling: "...I really want to slap this stoic face to death!"

As Qiao Mu drew closer, she realized that Young Master Ding, huddled in the corner of the cave wall, was completely drenched in sweat, as if his whole body had been submerged in water.

He was curled up against the cave wall, looking as if he wished he could merge with it.

Seeing the little stoic approach, he couldn't help but shrink back.