The young girl closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming down her face.
Just then, Yan Wanqing let out a cough.
The Crown Prince, who had initially wanted to remain aloof and uninvolved, showed impatience in his knitted brows.
As the burly man's hand, grabbing the young girl's hair, was about to yank it upwards, the back of his hand was unexpectedly slapped by the sheath of a sword, causing it to go numb and release its hold.
The girl quickly hid behind Xiao Pingfeng and took a defensive stance to watch the front, fearing she would be taken away.
Xiao Pingfeng indifferently increased the distance between them a little.
"You brat, don't meddle in affairs that don't concern you," the burly man rubbed the back of his hand and glowered at Xiao Pingfeng, his gaze, when it landed on Yan Wanqing, noticeably faltered, clearly bedazzled by her beauty.
