As expected, her suspicions were correct. These people were not disciples from the Clear Sky Faction.

But…

“You, you people cannot kill me. I-I am Prin-Princess Jing’s subordinate. You people cannot kill…” Pundit Qiu probably thought that no one would be able to do anything to him if he gave Princess Jing’s name.

Yet with a cracking sound, his neck promptly hung limply.

Even in death, he probably still didn’t understand how a young man had so easily killed him.

After throwing Pundit Qiu’s corpse aside, Mo Lian snapped his fingers in distaste and set it ablaze until nothing was left.

The brandy-nosed senior did not dare speak. He merely lowered his head and retreated backwards silently.

After catching wind of what had happened, the emperor had wanted him to clean up the aftermath without letting the situation get too ugly.

Yet the result…

The situation was still spiraling toward an ugly outcome.

Right now, the little lady did not need to say anything else at all. His Highness the Crown Prince was already feeling extremely repulsed by the Jing Family.

The Gingko Immortal couldn’t help but giggle, and she cast Dao Wuji a provoking glance. “Take a look, all these assassins were sent by your Princess Jing.”

Dao Wuji rubbed his nose. “Princess Jing came to fame more than a decade ago. She had always been known for being cool-headed and farsighted. How could she do something so brainless?”

“Yo, that dead old geezer had already confessed himself. What, you still want to argue for her?”

Dao Wuji glanced up at Mo Lian, who was looking displeased, and he explained with a light cough, “Boss, I still want to say this. Princess Jing is not an idiot.”

This was the first time he saw Boss Mo’s wife, but his instinct immediately told him that the little stoic was not someone to be trifled with!

How could such a wise woman as Princess Jing immediately choose to dispose of the other party when she did not know anything about the latter?

Qiao Mu’s icy gaze landed on Dao Wuji.

“Who are you.”

She only now discovered that there were several unfamiliar faces standing behind Mo Lian.

The Gingko Immortal’s eyes lit up. She immediately strutted forward with her lithe figure and giggled, “Little Sister, you can call me Sister Gingko! Sister doesn’t have anything nice to give you to commemorate our first meeting. Here, take this divine energy sphere to play with.”

After saying this, she flicked her sleeve, and a round, transparent sphere landed in Qiao Mu. The energy inside was slowly circulating.

*Barf…*

The Gingko Immortal turned and glowered at Dao Wuji and the Luo Brother’s retching expressions.

F*ck, you’re so old, yet you still have the cheek to call a 14 or 15 year old “little sister.” It doesn’t disturb you?

The Peony Immortal twitched her mouth and greeted Qiao Mu normally with cupped fists. “I am Peony. Please excuse my sister for having a screw loose.”

The Gingko Immortal glared angrily at her own sister. “Who has a screw loose?”

Peony Immortal gagged the Gingko Immortal using her sleeve and then dragged her away, completely ignoring the latter’s glowering expression.

Qiao Mu silently put the divine energy sphere into her inner world, doing it so smoothly that it made Feng Chen want to laugh.

It didn’t matter how much Qiaoqiao didn’t like someone. She’d still accept their gifts.

“Who are you!” Qiao Mu expressionlessly continued her interrogation with Dao Wuji.

“Qiaoqiao, you don’t need to bother with them.” Mo Lian pulled the little fellow back to his side and swept Dao Wuji and company a look.