Chen Mu had no idea that Ye Lingyue had set her sights on the Kaijiang Prince Manor long ago.
Back then, with the Chen siblings from the Taiyi Secret Realm and then with Chen Minzhi, Ye Lingyue had absolutely no fondness for the Kaijiang Prince Manor to speak of, let alone for this Chen Mu, who deemed himself above others, clearly looking down on Feng Xun with disdain.
Her man—she wouldn't even bear to bully him, yet this man was truly inviting death by seeking light in an outhouse!
"Princely Heir Chen, are you ready? If you're scared, should I have Prince Feng find a Sword Slave to replace you?" Ye Lingyue blinked her eyes.
Chen Mu stared at Ye Lingyue's face, which was like flawless white jade, pure yet with a touch of charm, and his mind wavered.
"Yue Marquis really loves to joke. How could Chen possibly be afraid? Rest assured, I can handle an Earth-grade Spiritual Artifact without a problem. But, Yue Marquis, please don't hurt your hand, Chen would truly feel distressed."
