Li Cunren cast an approving glance, but quickly said, "Brother-in-law, calm down a bit, don't push Master Zhuang."
Chu Zhiyuan suppressed a smile in his heart, but his face remained gloomy: "To ignore us like this, where is the royal dignity, where is the face of my elder brother the prince and me, the prince consort?"
Their voices echoed far and wide, heard by every disciple in the villa.
Lu Qingyuan and Mo Qing were chatting idly, resting their minds and bodies, their faces pale.
Especially Lu Qingyuan, whose pale face showed a hint of green, indicating she was injured in terms of her primordial energy.
Hearing this, she slightly furrowed her eyebrows: "Which prince consort and which prince?"
Mo Qing stood up: "I'll take a look."
She floated up gracefully, rising like a colorful cloud onto the rooftop, then leaped lightly again, rising another ten feet, and saw Chu Zhiyuan and Li Cunren at the gate.
