Yun Yang's wrath was still ablaze as he swung his arms repeatedly.
"Pang, pang, pang…" A dozen wine pots crashed into the third prince unceasingly, making the man shriek and moan in pain and blood.
Shangguan Lingxiu's expression and gaze were icy as she watched the revolting prince quietly. Softly but clearly, she said, "Whether such a day comes or not… at least, that person will never be you!"
She then turned and returned to the room. Sitting with her back facing the door, she no longer moved. She did not even want to cast another glance at the third prince, not even once. The person made her think that even a glimpse would be a dishonor to her eyes. Absolutely horrendous!
"Take him and get out of my sight! Immediately! At once! Quickly!"
"Bang!"