Mu Rong and Mu Jin did not care whether her legs were weak. One on each side, they dragged her to the tree and carefully placed the apple on top of her head.
Li Ruo's legs trembled even harder, and nearly her entire body shook. The apple fell at once.
Mu Jin quickly stepped forward, picked it up, and placed it back on her head. She warned her fiercely, "If you dare drop it again and ruin the Prince's fun, I'll kill you right away!"
On the other side, Mu Rong had already handed the bow and arrows to Su Qiao, who unhurriedly drew the bowstring.
Her gaze at Li Ruo was cold and indifferent.
"It's just a game. Why are you going on and on about all this nonsense? Could it be that you doubt my archery skills?"
"Although I haven't seriously played in a while, my fundamentals are still there, so don't worry! I won't shoot you to death. At most, you'll suffer a few superficial wounds."
"P-Prince! Aren't you afraid my uncle will get angry?"
"It's just a game. Why would he get angry?"
I don't care who your uncle is.
If I want to deal with you, not even the King of Hell can stop me!
"Enough chatter. Don't ruin my fun."
Looking at Li Ruo, who was frightened like a mouse, Mu Rong recalled her earlier arrogance and gave a cold laugh. She casually picked up a bundle of rope from the table nearby. "Prince, I see that her legs are weak. Allow me to lend her a hand!"
These were your personal guards. They had followed you since childhood. The tall one was Mu Rong, and the shorter one was Mu Jin. They were sisters, extremely loyal to you, and had followed you through