"Susu, why are you so excited when Xiaolan is being envied by so many?"
Fang Xue asked in confusion, as Xu Caihe raised her hand to answer:
"I know, I know, because Senior Sister Su also wants to be the Prince Consort, and she's jealous of Senior Brother Lan! Ouch!"
Liu Su withdrew her hand, surprised: "I didn't know it felt so good to knock on someone's head? No wonder the young master and young lady enjoy hitting me so much!"
Xu Caihe rubbed her head, looking aggrieved: "Senior Sister Su, did I say something wrong?"
Liu Su rolled her eyes at her: "What do you know? Your Senior Brother Lanyin has no desire at all to become this Prince Consort; she'd be delighted if more people opposed, so Wu Yiren would give up on her own!"
Meanwhile, on stage, a male cultivator was waving his hands, encouraging the crowd to keep jeering at Mo Xiaolan.
Mo Xiaolan remained calm and slowly drew her long sword.
