"Later, outside the Great Wind Valley, we exposed the high priest's identity, and ultimately, we took him down with our makeshift sabers."
"Mhm, hm?" Qiao Mu contemplated the information and nodded. "But what connection does that deceased high priest have with the masked man today?"
"The high priest's ghost mask was crafted from iron."
Mo Lian paused, reflecting, before stating, "This masked man's ghost mask appears to be of a superior quality pared to the high priest's."
"His ghost mask is made of silver, and it even bears a grade-one purple light. I believe he might be a Hall Master within the Heavenly Fate."
Qiao Mu turned for another glance before agreeing, "You're correct."
"The Heavenly Fate operatives seem to have targeted me in this ambush. I can't shake off this peculiar feeling."
In an instant, she seemed to have a fleeting thought, but the association slipped through her mind too quickly, leaving her feeling a bit disheartened and unable to grasp onto anything.
Mo Lian looked down at the little fellow, caught sight of her expression, and shook his head. "That might not be the case."
"Considering their coordinated operation this time, it seems highly organized and premeditated. So, it might not be specifically aimed at my Qiaoqiao." Mo Lian affectionately rubbed her small face. "Don't worry; I'll handle everything."
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao regarded him expressionlessly. "You rubbed the blood beads in your hair on my face."
Mo Lian couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and gently touched her face. "I'm covered in blood. Regardless, I have to share a drop or two with you. It's called sharing blessings and hardships!"
With that, he carried her over to Qi Xuanxuan and the others. "Are you all okay?"
Everyone shook their heads promptly. "Many individuals from the other academies are injured. It seems the two Young Sirs are overwhelmed. Those with a bit of medical knowledge from the academy have gone to assist."
"Put me down; I'll go take a look," Qiao Mu stated indifferently.
"My shoes are wet," Mo Lian teased.
Qiao Mu glanced at him. "Didn't you promise me a pair of new shoes embroidered with lotus flowers?"
Everyone: …
Why did this conversation sound so peculiar!
Mo Lian burst into laughter and gently set down his wife.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao, with her umbrella in hand, proceeded toward the area with patients. As she approached, she realized there were indeed many people in need.
While Madam Guo'an lacked medical expertise, her fragrance powder could alleviate people's pain, so she joined in offering assistance.
When she turned and spotted the little stoic approaching with a posed expression, Guo'an instinctively shivered and stepped back, pulling Yellow Sheep along.
The little lady paid no attention to her appearance. She walked up to a student from Hong Estate Academy, who held his arm in pain and wailed. "What are you howling for? You're a full-grown man, screaming like a maiden. Shut up!"
The person was taken aback and promptly silenced. Cold sweat trickled down his face.
"Hands!" Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao called out apathetically.
The Hong Estate Academy student, nervously, extended his hand.
Then, he turned to Madam Guo'an, cowering like a quail on the side. "e here!"
Madam Guo'an's heart skipped a beat. She was almost scared out of her wits by the little fellow.
She had decided not to provoke her again. Why, why was she still being targeted?
"Crown Prince Consort, any mands?"
"Take the umbrella!" Qiao Mu impatiently raised the umbrella, and Madam Guo'an hurriedly reached out to take it. She held up the large umbrella for Qiao Mu with a blank expression.
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