Chapter 13: Punching Without Warning (1)

"Tch, who said that? How could the Third Prince possibly take an interest in that waste? Someone was sent to slaughter that waste on the road long ago." Long Aohan rolled her eyes, confirming with a gloating tone.

The Sixth Miss, Long Daiman, who had been silent for a long time, stopped her pastry and turned her head to press for more: "Is your information real or fake?"

"Real! It was told to me by my aunt's younger sister's cousin in the Imperial Palace. Absolutely true!" Long Aohan replied, patting her chest with an arrogant expression on her face.

A look of joy flashed across Long Xiandie's face. She gripped her lapels tightly with both hands and cried out in inexplicable excitement, "Ah! That's wonderful! Doesn't that mean my opportunity has arrived?"

Hearing this, Long Aohan's expression changed abruptly! Her eyes turned extremely fierce, and she raised her hand to deliver a stinging slap right across Long Xiandie's little face.

"As if it would be your turn?"

Long Xiandie clutched her cheek, looking as if she were about to weep, and nodded submissively to yield to Long Aohan: "It's yours, it's yours, alright?"

Seeing this scene, Long Ying couldn't help but let out a sneer. These fangirls—nothing but these trivial matters revolved in their brains. Compared to the "waste," they were about the same.

The three young ladies—Long Aohan, Long Xiandie, and Long Daiman—turned their heads at the sound. When they saw Long Ying appearing on the garden path holding Ali, they were all utterly shocked! Despite there being so many of them, not a single one had noticed Long Ying's arrival. Was it because they were too engrossed in their conversation, or had Long Ying's strength become something extraordinary?

Everyone chose to believe the former. Their expressions shifted, and they began to mock and ridicule her one after another...

"Oh my, wasn't this waste supposed to marry the Third Prince? Why has she come back so dejectedly on her own?"

"The Third Prince must have thought she would soil his hands, so he just let her go..."

The Second Miss looked at the little fox in Long Ying's arms; not only was it docile, but it lacked even a shred of spiritual intelligence! She immediately couldn't stop herself from grinning widely.

"Ooh, it's bad enough this pet has no spiritual power, but it's so ugly too! It's truly a perfect match for you, sister! Ha..."

Before the Second Miss Long Aohan's laughter could even leave her throat, her mouth was seized by Long Ying's hand, rendering her unable to move. Not a single disgusting sound could escape her mouth; all her roars were reduced to muffled grunts in her throat. The more she struggled and resisted, the harder Long Ying squeezed! Before long, Long Aohan's tears began to fall patter-patter, and she no longer dared to move an inch.

The sneering expressions of Long Xiandie and Long Daiman beside her froze instantly! They were speechless for a long moment. The various young ladies and maids also began to scream in alarm. They looked at Long Ying in disbelief; she had actually managed to seize the Second Miss, Long Aohan, a Second-Level Martial Artist, with her bare hands!

"Quick, let go! How dare you..." The Second Miss's maid rolled up her sleeves and rushed forward, raising her hand to slap Long Ying.

Holding Ali in her arms, Long Ying continued to restrain the Second Miss. With effortless ease, she raised her foot and kicked the insolent maid into the flower bushes, sending her face-first into the dirt. Her movement was so clean and swift that it was almost impossible to see how she had moved her leg.

However, after a moment of daze, the Fourth Miss Long Xiandie and the Sixth Miss Long Daiman regained their senses. Looking left and right, the Long Ying before them was clearly still the same timid and incompetent Long Ying from before! Thinking of Long Ying's usual weakness, the two young ladies finally mustered their courage to step forward and berate her.

"Long Ying! You actually dare to lay hands on people? Have you grown a spine of steel?"