My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

"Princess." A soft, stammering voice spoke up. "Are we going back right now?"

"No!" The Raksha Princess looked as if she was going to wrestle with Cult Master Ding to the death. "What are the results of what I told you to investigate?"

"This subordinate found out that the Saint of the Demonic Cult departed the Demonic Cult's headquarters several days ago for the Mystic Beast Forest."

"It must be this little b*tch that bewitched Brother Cult Master's eyes, that's why he is unwilling to accept my goodwill no matter what." The Raksha Princess exclaimed wrathfully, "Let's go, we're going to the Mystic Beast Forest to see this little b*tch."

That female subordinate glanced at the Raksha Princess speechlessly before trailing after her in silence.

In reality, the princess had pursued Cult Master Ding for so long already, but Cult Master Ding had never taken her to heart. This was clearly a sign of rejection!

However, as the Raksha Princess pulled a long face, she suddenly inquired, "How many days has my Snakie been away?"

The female subordinate promptly replied, "Ev-Ever since you dispatched her to Beilan City last time to f-find the spiritual weapon, sh-she has not returned again…"

"It-It's been a very long time…"

The Raksha Princess indignantly flung her sleeves. "So hateful! Everything is just going against me!"

Afraid to utter another word, the female subordinate quickly followed her to leave.

---My Lian's section break---

A simple and low-key carriage headed for the palace after departing the Great Sea Monastery.

Mo Lian leaned against the brocade that lined the window as he massaged his temples with his hand.

The Pacification Pagoda's reconstruction was going quite smoothly, and according to a normal construction speed, it could be completed within a year.

After taking care of these troublesome matters, he felt much more relaxed.

When his little crown prince consort came back safely, they could happily get married.

Once he thought of this, Crown Prince Mo curved his lips upward with smiling eyes.

Was this little fellow happy playing inside the secret realm?

Swish!

Narrowing his eyes, Crown Prince Mo tilted his head to the side. A short arrow abruptly shot through the thick curtain and got pinned to the window frame.

The arrow tail quivered, and there was also a piece of bright yellow silk cloth clinging to the arrowhead.

"Who is it!" The guards outside bellowed as they all drew their swords.

Huifeng also hastily lifted up the curtain and called out, "Your Highness."

"I'm fine." Crown Prince Mo shook his head insipidly.

Huifeng hastily bowed before boarding the carriage. He removed the bright yellow silk cloth that was pinned to the window frame and handed it to the crown prince.

Out of the corner of his eye, the crown prince caught sight of the signature on the silk cloth: 'Ding Tingding.'

Subsequently, his face turned cold, and he bolted out of the carriage without a second word, hurrying in one direction.

"Your Highness!" Huifeng and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they quickly followed after him.

Just as the group turned the corner, around a dozen men wearing ferocious-looking masks pounced over. The two sides exchanged blows and started fighting on the spot.

Yet the crown prince's figure floated up onto an arch bridge like a wisp of smoke.

The small stone arch bridge had a steep incline, and at the center stood a tall figure dressed in a bewitching purple.

"Ding Tingding." Mo Lian gazed icily at that silhouette.

"Mhm, it's me." That person turned around, revealing an amiable and genial smile akin to the Laughing Buddha's.

However, this smiling face was completely incompatible with the killing intent emanating from him.

Mo Lian naturally wouldn't be so stupid as to believe that this face was Ding Tingding's true appearance.

"You came to court death." Crown Prince Mo sneered, his arctic eyes settling on Ding Tingding's body.