Qin Ming's arrival finally saved Prince Xue Beng.
With a wave of Little Jiu's hand, Big White stopped chasing and biting the group.
Prince Xue Beng had never suffered such humiliation before. He had been beaten by the Crown Prince and scolded by Xue Ye, but he had never been bitten by a dog!
And in front of so many girls, he had utterly disgraced himself today.
"Just wait. If I don't make you get out of here, my surname isn't Xue!"
Prince Xue Beng swore bitterly.
Little Jiu and the others followed Qin Ming toward the Academic Affairs Office, but no one noticed that in a pavilion in the distance, two people were staring intently at Little Jiu. The younger man looked as though he wanted to devour Little Jiu alive.
They were Moonlight Pavilion's mistress, Tang Yuehua, and the Clear Sky Sect's leading third-generation disciple, Tang Long. Tang Xiao had instructed them to bring Tang San back to the sect, so they had been waiting here for him.
"Xiao Long, we don't need to go."
Tang Yuehua, graceful and noble, parted her thin lips and spoke.
"Why? Second Aunt. Didn't we come to tell Tang San the truth about his father's death? We need Xiao San to see what kind of person that little bastard is!"
Tang Long's eyes reddened. How could such deep hatred go unavenged? He wanted to expose Little Jiu's hypocritical face before everyone and make him abandoned by all!
"I think someone is more suited than us to tell Tang San the truth."
"Who?"
"Prince Xue Xing!"
Tang Yuehua said leisurely, "Little Jiu is the sort who repays every grievance. If you expose his background in public and make him abandoned by all, he might fly into a rage and kill you!"
"Second Aunt,