My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

"Although it seems like we're in control at the moment, the advantage will slip away with time passing."

"Master wants us to eliminate her if we can't capture her alive. Hall Master, it's better to decide promptly."

The Hall Master turned around, casting a cold appraisal. "What can a little girl change? Master is overly cautious."

The masked man smiled. "It's precisely this caution that allowed Master to discreetly expand our organization to this extent."

The Hall Master remained silent, contemplating for a while before nodding slightly. "Proceed with the second plan."

Qiao Mu extended her petite hand, accepting the list of consultation fees from Madam Guo'an. She was about to depart.

Ali rushed someone over, shouting anxiously, "Quick, quick! Young Sir Dou, come over and take a look…"

"No need to be so worked up. It's just a minor scratch." Ming Asi shook his head as he saw his brother fussing, veins bulging in his neck.

Examining the graze on his arm from the quilted arrowhead, Ming Asi looked up and happened to catch sight of the little stoic's expressionless face.

For some inexplicable reason, Ming Asi's heart skipped a beat, and he opened his mouth to speak.

Ali, standing nearby, defensively stepped in front of him and glared at Qiao Mu. "Move aside! Don't block the way when you're not busy!"

Don't think I won't dare to hit you just because you've turned into a little girl!

I'm the kind of person who can confront an 80-year-old woman, let alone a wretched girl like you!

Ali might look strong on the outside but felt a twinge of apprehension as he faced Qiao Mu.

Honestly, after a few interactions with her, he had truly endured a lot dealing with this young lady.

Now, at the sight of her, a shiver ran down his spine.

Summoning the courage to shout at her was an accomplishment he'd gathered over a lifetime.

Qiao Mu shot him a cold glance, not bothering to exchange more words. She turned around to leave.

Ming Asi growled, "Halt!"

"Big Bro." Ali instantly became nervous.

Damn it, he had just driven away that stoic face, and now Big Bro was calling out to her?

Big Bro, I can't handle the little stoic!

Qiao Mu turned around to take a look. Her eyes, 30% distant and 70% aloof, were cold and penetrating, utterly heartless.

Ming Asi's palm tightened slightly, and his hawk-like eyes fixed on the little lady. He commanded coldly, "Treat my injuries."

Qiao Mu couldn't be bothered to acknowledge this egotist. She hopped off the rock, accepted the umbrella from Madam Guo'an, and headed toward Qi Xuanxuan and the others.

Surprisingly, Ming Asi, being tall and having large strides, blocked her path in a few moments.

"Why? Can you only poison people and not heal them? Seems like your medical skills aren't up to par." Ming Asi's mouth curled up indifferently. "How about a bet? If you can restore my wound to its original state within a minute, I'll give you a million spirit currency. I'll even throw in a stalk of Purple Nether Grass unique to our Nether Province. How does that sound?"

Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao, seemingly about to leave, suddenly turned back. She raised a petite hand and extended it towards him.

Ming Asi smiled to himself and, with a flick of his hand, produced a blade of purple grass from his inner world.