"Princess Yu Xin is in seclusion, so naturally, no one should enter the formation and disturb her. But the spirit birds outside the formation have gone out of control, and have already had a tremendous impact on the Spirit Mist Mountain Domain. The Spirit Mist Mountain Domain is ultimately under the Elders' Council's jurisdiction. Surely things won't come to this—Aunt Jing has only just passed away, and already people are acting as if she never mattered. Wouldn't that chill everyone's heart?" Xu Qin knew that losing her temper in front of these powerful cultivators would only bring humiliation upon herself, so she spoke calmly and firmly.
"They're only a few spirit birds. How about this? I'll send some imperial guards over to drive them away. Brother Wensheng, what do you think?" Xiang Yinshan said.
"That's fine. There aren't any particularly powerful spirit birds around the Spirit Mist Mountain Domain, so sending the imperial guards should be enough." How could Xiang Wensheng fail to see that Xiang Yinshan and Xiang Feihong were deliberately making things difficult for Xu Qin? But he had no reason to get involved in something that would offend people. Silver Flute had been one of the strongest members of the Elders' Council, but the dead were dead. What could anyone do about it?
"Of course, if you don't think the imperial guards can handle it, Elder Feihong and I happen to be free. We could go take a look ourselves. I only hope the person Qingcheng brought in won't throw us out again." Xiang Yinshan wore an amused smile. Xu Qin was nothing more than a junior; she was his to bend and shape as he pleased.
Xu Qin glanced at Xiang Wensheng. Seeing that he had no intention of objecting, her heart sank. She had just