Li Cunren cast him an approving look, then hurriedly said, "Brother-in-law, stay calm. Don't press Manor Lord Zhuang too hard."
Chu Zhiyuan secretly laughed, but his expression darkened. "To disregard us so completely—where does that leave the Imperial Family's dignity? Where does that leave the face of my eldest brother, a Prince, and mine, an Imperial Son-in-Law?"
Their voices carried far into the distance, ringing in the ears of every disciple in the manor.
Lu Qingyuan and Mo Qing were chatting and resting, both pale-faced.
Lu Qingyuan in particular looked pale with a faint bluish tinge, her Primal Qi having been injured.
Hearing this, she lightly furrowed her delicate brows. "Which Imperial Son-in-Law and which Prince?"
Mo Qing rose. "I'll take a look."
She drifted upward, slowly rising like a patch of colorful cloud. Landing atop the roof, she gave another light leap and soared another ten feet, catching sight of Chu Zhiyuan, Li Cunren, and the others by the main gate.
She floated back down into the courtyard and stuck out her tongue. "It's the First Prince and the Twelfth Imperial Son-in-Law."
"The Twelfth Imperial Son-in-Law?" Lu Qingyuan's bright eyes flickered.
Mo Qing pursed her lips in a smile. "Sister Fu has praised this Imperial Son-in-Law to the skies, holding him in the highest esteem. I wonder what he's really like. Shall we go take a look?"
"The Manor Lord hasn't gone out." Lu Qingyuan gently shook her head. "She's deliberately leaving them out in the cold. The First Prince wants us to cease fighting, doesn't he?"
Mo Qing nodded and snorted. "The First Prince came without cause. It isn't that we refuse to stop—it's the Lihuo Fist Sect that won't let up, like they've gone mad."
Lu Qingyuan shook her head. "They've suffered too many losses. They can't