Chapter 10: Seeking Humiliation Upon Oneself

The longsword in her hand glowed green. She was an entry-level Swordmaster, which was considered quite good among her peers and had always earned her admiration. No matter how arrogant and overbearing Xiao Qianyin was, she could not change the fact that she was merely an entry-level Swordsman; the gap between them was not just a little bit!

The longsword thrust toward Xiao Qianyin, a chilling frost appearing between her brows. Since she wanted to seek humiliation upon herself, then she didn't mind providing it!

With a crisp *ding* sound, Xiao Qianqian’s face turned pale. She looked at the broken sword in her hand in disbelief. The other half of the blade had fallen to the ground, while a dagger was embedded in the tree trunk behind her, radiating a cold light. A strand of hair slowly slid from her temple; she was so frightened that her body went limp, and she slumped to the ground.

The other noble ladies were stunned. Were they seeing things? Xiao Qianyin had used nothing but a dagger to break Xiao Qianqian's sword and even shaved off a lock of her hair, even though Xiao Qianqian's swordsmanship was clearly superior?!

Qin Xiaoran's playful expression vanished, instantly becoming incredibly solemn. Clearly, this scene was not within his expectations. He had originally intended to step in when Xiao Qianqian lunged, but before he could act, Xiao Qianyin had already dealt with her on her own.

"Let me tell you! Stop provoking your grandmother! If you want to snatch men, fine! There are plenty on the streets! Snatch as many as you want! Just don't come bothering me! This man by my side? I don't even care for him! The Crown Prince of Northern Qin? Not a single one of those Crown Princes is any good!"

Xiao Qianyin glared at Qin Xiaoran. It was all his fault! She retracted all her previous admiration and praise, calling him a "bringer of calamity." It truly came true—the more beautiful the man, the more trouble he brought!

Qin Xiaoran, having been relegated to an innocent cannon fodder, blinked. This was clearly that woman's business; how could the blame be placed on him?

"Qing'er, did we not check the almanac before leaving today? We've run into a mad dog again. Let's go! Lest we catch rabies!"

At her command, the snickering Qing'er quickly straightened her expression. This was the first time she had heard her Miss speak such words. She had thought that driving away the Southern Tang Crown Prince's attendant last time was impressive enough, but she hadn't expected her to be even more powerful this time. Scolding someone right in front of the Western Qin Crown Prince and giving Xiao Qianqian a harsh lesson was truly gratifying!

Qin Xiaoran rubbed his nose, but the smile on his face was irrepressible. He hadn't expected this Xiao Qianyin to be so interesting. He didn't mind her indirect insults at all; it was obvious that it was that woman who had provoked her, which is why he was dragged into it. Bei Wuxuan might have missed out on a rare girl.

Thinking of her four lines of poetry, it was the first time someone had been able to resonate with him. He had merely sought a quiet place to practice his swordsmanship, only to encounter an accident—an unimaginable accident.

"Miss, you..." Qing'er hesitated. Xiao Qianyin glanced at her and said, "If you have something to say, say it directly. Why be so hesitant?"

"You were clearly very angry just now, so why did your mood suddenly improve?"

"Qing'er wants to know?" She beckoned the little maid with her finger, an evil smile spreading across the corners of her mouth. "Of course, because I got to teach an ugly creature and the Western Qin Crown Prince a lesson, so my mood is pleasant! That group of women was brought here by that so-called Crown Prince in the first place; shouldn't he be responsible?"

*Miss, this is like the city gates catching fire and the fish in the pond suffering! Prince Qin was merely standing in front of you; even without him, Xiao Qianqian would have brought that group of women to pick a fight!*

Qing'er did not say these words aloud. In any case, as long as her Miss was in a good mood, what else mattered? Who cares!

So, it is said that as the master is, so is the servant; those words are very true.