Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Xingran saw Sheng Shixu shift slightly where he stood shielding the others, about to charge forward and create an opening for him.
Jiang Xingran's scalp prickled. Before he could even process it, his body reacted on its own.
He took two steps forward and thrust his foot into Sheng Shixu's path-
Thud!!
Sheng Shixu had never guarded against the people behind him. He crashed heavily to the floor, the dull yet resounding impact leaving everyone in the hall stunned.
Even Chi Yimian's movements paused for a moment.
Sheng Shixu slowly turned his head. The shock in his eyes almost solidified into sharp swords, whizzing toward Jiang Xingran one after another.
Are you a spy sent by the other side?!
Jiang Xingran turned his head away, looking somewhat embarrassed.
[Oof-why are Seventh Prince and Brother Shixu being so naughty? How can they squabble even at a time like this?!]
Knowing the little girl had a hidden weapon in hand, Jiang Qiuyu had only just calmed his terrified heart when her thoughts nearly made him burst out laughing.
Her dear Seventh Prince had plainly stuck out his leg and tripped Sheng Shixu, yet she had somehow made it sound as though the two of them were squabbling.
Just how biased could she be?!
Jiang Yingcheng felt no guilt whatsoever, but the situation before her left her little room for distraction.
Since Chi Yimian's attention happened to be on the two boys, she quietly tucked herself farther behind her Eighth Prince. Resting a finger on the Hidden Weapon Case that had just appeared in her hand, she aimed at Chi Yimian's neck and pressed lightly!
A whole swath of Poison Needles shot toward Chi Yimian like a fine, dense rain. The spectacular sight startled everyone-