After the spectacle ended, the surrounding crowd dispersed.
Ye Qiu crouched down and used the pad of his thumb to wipe the tear-bright corner of Xiao Lan's eye. "How was that? Are you okay?"
"Xiao Lan's okay. It's just that the candied hawthorn is gone~" She pouted, still thinking about the candied hawthorn that had fallen to the ground.
"I'll buy you another one!"
"Then I want two!" She held up a pair of scissors fingers, light shining in her azure eyes.
"No problem!" This time, Ye Qiu didn't dare let her run around. He picked her up straight away.
"Mwah~ You're the best, Big Brother! Haha." The sugary sweetness landed on the corner of Ye Qiu's mouth, sticky and tacky, making him unable to stop himself from glaring at Xiao Lan. Instead, it drew a burst of delicate laughter from her.
In the distance, at the same time Ye Qiu and the others had clashed and the Sharingan had flickered in his eyes, a luxurious carriage happened to be passing by. It was the personal carriage of the empire's Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe.
He had just had a brief gathering with his teacher, Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Inside the carriage, Xue Qinghe, who had originally been taking a light rest, suddenly furrowed his brows.
For an instant, he had actually felt his Martial Soul stir, as if something were attracting it.
He lifted the curtain and looked toward the crowd. "Go see what happened over there."
As soon as the order was given, a subordinate went forward to inquire.
"Reporting to His Highness the Crown Prince, the son of Count Sadio's family had a conflict with a commoner." Just as the attendant accompanying him finished reporting, the crowd had already dispersed.
Xue Qinghe frowned.