The children of several chieftains from beyond the frontier exchanged glances, and their eyes grew extremely warm as they looked at Su Qiao.
They liked bold and straightforward young ladies like this—someone who could even openly stand up to a prince. It truly earned their admiration.
These past few days, accompanying these princes and young masters had left them both exhausted and stifled. Now, their moods felt considerably better.
From another perspective, they felt that only someone like Su Qiao—high-born, versed in proper etiquette, imposing, and capable of keeping servants in line—could be considered their equal.
A forthright young man scratched at the little braid on the back of his head. "That can't be right, can it?"
"Even in our frontier tribes, we wouldn't allow such insolence from a subordinate. If a slave dared do something like this, they would surely be whipped a hundred times, then thrown out to feed the wolves."
Beside him, a woman in red chimed in, "Exactly. Why keep a servant like that around? Of course you beat them severely and throw them out to feed the wolves."
"Otherwise, what if all the other slaves followed suit? Wouldn't everything descend into chaos?"
Another young lady nodded as well. "If it were me, I would have had a slave who showed such disrespect to their master taken out and sold long ago."
The princes' expressions grew increasingly ugly.
The Fourth Prince stared fixedly at Su Qiao, who seemed to have changed. "Miss Su, do you really have to say all this here?"
Su Qiao shot him a sidelong glance. "Was I the one who wanted to discuss it here?"
"From the very beginning, I told her to return to the tent if she had anything to say. But she refused to let it go. She insisted