The Queen Mother of the West gave a cold rebuke.
The imposing presence of the foremost of the high-ranking female immortals was no empty show.
Seeing the atmosphere turn tense, swords drawn and bows bent, the Seven Fairies rose in unison, bowed, and offered every soothing word they could.
"Mother, please calm your anger."
"Mother, please do not let your anger harm your immortal body."
The seven princesses coaxed her gently, trying to ease the situation a little. Relying on the favor she usually enjoyed, Zi'er quietly turned her head and frantically signaled to Yang Chan below.
Translation: Hurry up and give a little! Say something sweet to soothe the Queen Mother!
Ordinarily, with Yang Chan's firecracker temper, she would have snapped right back at an elder who insisted on pinning an accusation on her.
But her state of mind was entirely different now.
Hearing Chen Wei stand his ground against the Queen Mother of the West to her face had delighted the Third Holy Mother. Her temper had long since melted into honey, and even Yaochi's jade floor tiles looked much more pleasing to her.
With Yang Chan in such a good mood, her words naturally grew soft and sweet.
She took a small half-step forward and copied the Seven Fairies, dipping into a graceful bow. Her tone was obedient. "Your Majesty, you've misunderstood. Lord Chen has spent years handling cases in Tongming Hall, so he's used to speaking plainly. He never meant to offend you. It's just that the wagging tongues outside are deliberately sowing discord. Please don't let those rumors blind you. They cannot be trusted!"
At these words,
the Queen Mother of the West's expression did not soften. It grew even uglier.
Yang Chan, whom she had carefully nurtured and watched grow up, was actually turning