The Tough Little Senior Sister

It was already irritating enough because of the tribulation, but then a clown had jumped out too, opening his mouth to demand ten thousand or so Spirit Stones.

For a thousand li around Dingyang City, all lay beneath the king's civilizing rule. If even this sort of desolate wilderness could be called a private Daoist grounds, then would that not mean anyone could seize a mountain and crown himself king?

The one undergoing tribulation had already been acting in a crisis and had had no time to prepare... If one had to consider this place and that place, would that not mean anyone could come looking for an excuse to start trouble?

Blue Sea Villa, Jiang Yan remembered it.

Very soon, everyone rushed back to Prince Qi's Mansion. The markets inside and outside the mansion had all been surrounded by Prince Qi's personal guards, making quite the commotion. The Female Emperor's side must have known long ago.

The servants were cleaning up the aftermath. The pavilion had been uprooted from the ground, but even its foundations, along with the underground portion, had wrecked the side garden into an unbearable mess.

Leng Qingyun scratched her head awkwardly and said in a small voice, "Master, do I have to compensate His Highness Prince Qi some money to repair the pavilion?"

"In both feeling and reason, that should be the case. How many Spirit Stones does little Yun'er have on her?"

"(′?ω?`) Counting the Spirit Stones I got from Aunt, probably over eighteen thousand!" Leng Qingyun replied honestly.

She had not realized at all the principle that wealth should not be shown. Now the other senior sisters all fixed their eyes on her.

"Dummy, something's not right, is it?" Leng Qingqiu narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone rather displeased. "I remember Aunt only