1867: Princess Jing's Concession

Princess Jing's Concession

If crying was useful, the small morning glory would have already been bawling!1

How come it felt that it had a grueling future ahead?

The small morning glory lay limply against Qiao Mu's shoulder, completely out of strength.

Qiao Mu cast it a side glance and begrudgingly took out a small bottle of medicinal solution from her inner world. "Here, a tonic for you."

Look at this useless fellow. She had only extracted a tenth of its poison essence, yet it now looked like it was threatening suicide.

This useless little one.

Miss Qiao was inwardly despising it, yet her hands dexterously fed the morning glory a whole bottle of nourishing solution.

*Flutter…* The light sound of flapping butterfly wings was heard.

Several hundred poison-tailed butterflies had returned and circled around Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu's expression turned solemn, and she cast the brandy-nosed senior a look. She then ordered with a wave of her hand, "Bring along these corpses and come with me."

Wanlu Town, Shunlai Tavern.

By the time Qiao Mu's group arrived, it was already late into the evening.

The main doors to Shunlai Tavern were wide open, and Jing Linyao was sitting there while holding a cup of green tea. When she saw the neatly-placed row of corpses at the door, her mouth involuntarily curved into a smile.

"I have waited for you all for a long time." Jing Linyao nodded lightly at the golden couple who stepped through the door while holding hands. Her eyes flickered when her gaze landed on Qiao Mu.

A vine whip abruptly lashed out at Jing Linyao as quick as lightning.

Anyone else would naturally be surprised, but Jing Linyao had experienced even more adverse circumstances. She simply leaned backward slightly while retaining her calm.

The breeze that the vine whip produced fluttered the locks of hair by her ear.

Soon afterwards, Miss Qiao darted toward her and sent fists of wood spirit at her.

Dao Wuji opened his mouth and wanted to say something. However, he silently shut his mouth when he saw Crown Prince Mo giving him a cold look.

The two figures started fighting inside the main hall of the tavern, and the tables, chairs, and benches there shattered to pieces from the two's rampaging spiritual energy.

The owner and workers of the tavern had long gotten wind of the situation and were hiding on the second floor, afraid to come down. The main hall of the tavern was suffused with a suffocating killing intent.

*Bam!* The chair Jing Linyao was sitting in got pulverized by Miss Qiao's fierce punch.

When Qiao Mu saw that she was only dodging without attacking, killing intent flitted across Qiao Mu's eyes. She raised her fair and slender hand, and several hundred ebony blue talismans rose up around her.

Jing Linyao's expression changed.

It was no longer as calm and collected as before. She quickly stretched out her hand and shouted, "Miss, please stay your hand!"

Although these several hundred attack talismans would definitely do a number on her, they would also destroy this unlucky tavern at the same time!

A snigger crept on Qiao Mu's lips. "Wasn't the owner of this tavern aware already? That you would compensate anything destroyed!"

That's why, it didn't matter if the tavern got destroyed!

"Wait!!" A bitter smile surfaced on Jing Linyao's lips before she cupped her hands and said, "Please excuse me, Miss! How about we stop fighting and talk?"

There were still many other guests staying on the second floor of this tavern. If the tavern got destroyed, then they…

"What is there to talk about." Qiao Mu scoffed. "I see that you don't look like a fool, so hand over the culprit."

"Miss!" Jing Linyao wanted to stop her, yet she was so shocked by the little stoic's next move that her face turned ashen.

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