What a spectacle it was when tens of thousands of people burst out laughing at once!
Even "deafening" failed to describe the sheer force of it. The ground itself kept trembling.
Xue Beng had fainted in a fit of panic, only to be jolted awake by the laughter moments later.
His mind already a muddled mess, Xue Beng struggled to raise his head. In that single glance, he saw Qian Renxue approaching, surrounded by her attendants.
"B-big brother..."
Xue Beng could barely string his words together, his body shaking violently beyond his control.
After all, Xue Qinghe, the identity Qian Renxue had assumed, was undoubtedly Xue Beng's greatest nightmare in life.
Seeing Qian Renxue was, for Xue Beng, no different from a mouse coming face-to-face with a cat.
Humiliation, fear, and despair for the future surged over him all at once. Unable to endure anything before him any longer, Xue Beng simply fainted again.
Watching this unfold, Qian Renxue, who had been considering how to handle the matter, was momentarily speechless. She could only feign anger and instruct the attendants beside her:
"Several of you, escort the Fourth Prince safely back to my imperial uncle's residence. While you're there, give my imperial uncle a detailed account of what happened today."
It had to be said that Xue Beng's fainting spell came at a remarkably convenient moment. Qian Renxue had intended to seize this opportunity to further cement his image as an incompetent fool.
But to humiliate someone lying there like a corpse, in full view of everyone?
No matter how many tricks Qian Renxue had up her sleeve, she could not think of a single one just then.
Dealing with Xue Beng had delayed her for a while. Once everything was properly arranged, Qian Renxue climbed back onto the dragon.