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"If you're angry at me, what's the point of scaring children?" Mu Xueshi glared at Third Prince with disdain. From his point of view, Third Prince's expression could easily contain him, let alone a child this young. Now, Mu Xueshi felt sympathy for Su Ying, who cried miserably in Third Prince's arms.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped. Third Prince glanced at Mu Xueshi coldly, and without saying a word, he walked towards the door. Seeing that Third Prince was about to leave, Mu Xueshi shouted anxiously, "Give me the acupoints first. I want to pee."

The quiet and serene courtyard echoed with Mu Xueshi's voice. One of the servants suddenly felt that he had heard the most melodious voice, so he couldn't help but look around. Just as his mind was wandering, a light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. That person only saw Su Ruhan's black clothes before he fell into the boundless darkness.

There was a deep sword wound on his neck, but not a single drop of blood flowed out. The moment Su Ruhan brandished his sword, a guard who was quick of eyes and hands came forward to catch the plain looking servant. He had been guarding Third Prince's courtyard for ten years, but had lost his life due to a trance.

The two guards agilely carried the dead servant to the top of the back mountain. The whole process took only a few words and not a single sound was made. There was not a single stain on the floor of Third Prince's courtyard. Su Ruhan had long disappeared from this place, silently following behind Third Prince as if nothing had happened.

Second Prince held a hand of the ink folding fan, in Third Prince's courtyard, as free as a sightseeing. Suddenly, two rows of figures flashed in front of him. When Second Prince focused his attention, Third Prince had already arrived in front of him, holding his precious baby in his arms.

Su Ying had finished crying long ago, but there were still small tears on his face and his eyes were swollen. Although Su Ying had sneaked into Third Prince's yard before, he had never felt so wronged. Furthermore, Third Prince had never personally sent him out.

Third Prince didn't give Su Ying back to Second Prince. Su Ying didn't dare to stretch out his arms to hug Second Prince. He could only watch Second Prince and pout his mouth.

The corner of Second Prince's mouth raised into an evil smile. He pretended to be polite to Third Prince and said, "Third brother actually personally sent out my evil son. It's really a great honor to be an elder brother."

The obvious mockery instantly caused the atmosphere around the two princes to tense up. Third Prince's expression was as cold as ice. Behind Second Prince's chuckle was a heart full of anger. Not to mention anything else, treating Su Ying like this wasn't something he could endure. Although Su Ying would cry from time to time, it was still rare to see such a sorrowful expression on his face.

"Third brother, don't forget, this child still calls you uncle …"

Finished speaking, Second Prince folded his fan and quickly moved towards Su Ying to seize the fan. Unexpectedly, Third Prince sneered, grabbed Su Ying's back with his hand and held him upside down in the air, leaving only his two small feet on the back.

This time, Second Prince was obviously angry. The smile on his face remained the same, but his eyes were full of malice. He leaped into the air and landed behind Third Prince. Immediately after, Guan Rong turned around and struck out his palm less than two inches away from Third Prince, trying to distract him. At this moment, Second Prince, who was behind Third Prince, pulled out his sword and launched a surprise attack. His attack was as fast as a whirlwind and the edge of his sword could no longer be seen. Third Prince himself was faster than his sword. While everyone was still nervous, Third Prince had already dodged one strike and one palm, and then threw Zhou Tie into the arms of Second Prince.

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