Fool Prince's Super-power Consort

The one who stopped Liu Huachang was Duke of Zhenguo.

When he entered, his gaze landed on Prince Qin, "Prince Qin is here to pay his respects to you, Micron is here today, please forgive me."

What, this man who looked prettier than a god was the legendary Prince Qin? Murong Hua, who was only interested in finding trouble with Murong Ling, was stunned, her face full of disbelief.

She had seen idiots roaming the streets, their hair disheveled, their eyes dazed, and they didn't care even if someone smashed them with a stone. They would only giggle foolishly while drooling and graze on the pastries that had been rewarded by others, their hands dirtier than the mud on the ground as they lunged at them like dogs.

She thought that although the Prince Qin wasn't as destitute as those idiots on the streets, it was more or less the same. But after seeing it today, he realized how wrong he was before.

The Duke of Qin was even taller than Murong Ben, who came from a peerless background. However, he wasn't as muscular or rough. He was tall and well-proportioned, and looked like an unapproachable tree. "His features were solid and sharp, and his silence was tinged with a noble coldness and estrangement. Even though he knew he was a fool, he still gave off the impression of a goddess.

If no one knew about such a handsome man, who would believe that he was a fool?

She looked at Murong Ling in envy. How could she have such a perfect man?

"Impossible, Prince Qin is clearly a fool!"

She couldn't help but scream. Why would a little bitch like Murong Ling have such an outstanding man?

Jealousy drove her mad, and she spoke her mind without thinking. When she received her father's angry gaze, she knew that she had gotten into trouble, and her face immediately turned pale.

To look down on the imperial clan was to be beheaded.

"How dare you!"

Murong Ben secretly hated his two daughters for not being able to accomplish anything and for not being able to. He was just about to confess, when he heard a cold shout, "How about Prince Qin? Bai Mu! "

Bai Mu didn't need to be ordered. With a palm of luck, he mercilessly slapped towards Murong Hua to finish this lowly slave who dared to insult her master.

However, his palm strike was blocked by Murong Ben who was at the side.

As Bai Mu looked at this famed Duke of Zhenguo, he thought of his master's instructions before he left. He wanted to investigate the true nature of the Duke of Zhenguo, and he no longer paid attention to Murong Hua.

A flash of ruthlessness flashed past Murong Ben's eyes, but he smiled heroically: "This old man hasn't made a move for a long time, I have already asked little friend for some moves."

The attendants who followed him saw him fight so they ran to get their weapons. He had a profound inner force. Once the wind from his palm hit, he immediately drew the spear over and shouted, "Be careful!" The spear was as fast as lightning, thrusting towards Bai Mu.

Bai Mu used a flexible sword, under the sunlight, the flexible sword flashed with a cold light, seeing the spear coming at him, he did not retreat but went ahead instead, the longsword resonated and wrapped around the spear, a powerful and gentle energy collided with the spear in a stalemate, the Spirit Qi swept over, causing Liu Huachang, who was unable to dodge in time, to be cut through, her clothes being torn apart, leaving behind a bone deep cut.

She screamed miserably as her eyes rolled back as she fainted.

Murong Ling had experience so she quickly retreated with the rest. When she looked at Murong Hua again, her face was pale and her eyes were fixed straight, carrying the lingering fear of escaping from death. She lay limply on the ground, thinking about something.

At this time, Li Cangmin suddenly covered his mouth and nose, and frowned in disgust.

Only then did Murong Ling notice that there was indeed a faintly discernible stench spreading in the air, which was exactly the same as the smell in the toilet. She couldn't help but look at Murong Hua again, and her expression instantly became strange.

They only saw that Murong Hua's dress was wet and dark, and she had actually lost control of herself.