The Eighth Prince steadied his mind, always seeing this princess as frail and weak, a pitiable creature relying on medicinal baths just to survive.
Now that she had suddenly grown strong, he didn't want to believe it, and didn't take her seriously.
Using provocation, he shouted at Long Fei, "Jiang Hengyuan, aren't you very powerful? Didn't you just dare to slap this prince flying with a single palm? Why are you now hiding behind a woman's back?"
"You really deserve a beating!"
The Seventh Princess, thoroughly provoked, hadn't even had the chance to unleash her newly fused divine blood when this obnoxious imperial brother rushed over.
She launched a palm strike toward the Eighth Prince, her palm imbued with Yin Yang Qi, a Tai Chi Diagram coiling around her arm.
"Imperial sister, how dare you strike at me?"
The Eighth Prince shouted coldly, launching a fierce punch.
