2735 The Tragic Long Clan

Her gaze bore a harsh intensity, her expression brimming with a callousness that sent shivers down the spine. Not a trace of warmth emanated from her eyes as they locked onto the Long Clan.

It was as if she wasn’t regarding her cousin; it was her enemy she saw.

Mu Jingfeng parted his lips to speak but found himself involuntarily silencing his words.

Mu Xingchen and Mu Xingchen swiftly rose, striding purposefully towards the scene. Observing this, Mu Rouxuan hastened to follow, a glint of irony in her eyes. “Big Bro, did you witness that? She behaves like a lunatic, launching attacks on others so recklessly!”

“Long Qiang of the Long Clan merely referred to her as Younger Cousin. Was such an explosive reaction truly warranted?”

“Even if she holds the Long Clan in contempt, it hardly justifies this indiscriminate aggression.” Mu Rouxuan’s lips curled into a sneer. “How audacious to display such rudeness in the presence of His Majesty, within the heart of the main hall. Can this be seen as anything but a breach of etiquette?”

“Speak sensibly if you are acquainted with the facts.” Mu Xingchen pivoted sharply, locking his gaze onto Mu Rouxuan with a stern glare.

His Qiaoqiao had no inclination to erupt without reason.

Unbeknownst to him, these individuals from the Long Clan’s offshoot had an insidious history.

Now, he was privy to it.

These Long Clan members had colluded with external forces to assail their own ancestral family, all for a modicum of personal gain.

/One with such meager moral character and unsavory behavior dared lay claim to a connection with the Crown Prince Consort. What purpose was there in abstaining from retribution? Why retain these individuals?/

“The Long Clan’s actions are beyond shameless,” Mu Xingchen and Mu Xingchen intoned icily. “By confronting them, we display our regard.”

Mu Rouxuan regarded her elder brother, who advanced resolutely. She pondered inwardly: /Never before has he spoken such incisive and acerbic words./

Attributing this transformation to her proximity to the caustic and unyielding young crown prince consort, she recognized that even her own Big Bro had learned the art of being unyielding.

Qiao Mu delivered a swift smack to Long Qiang’s head with her ferule, a mere third of a meter in length. In a pitiable state, he managed to evade with the assistance of his father.

Her brows knitted, and she dispatched two eight-trigram binding talismans with a determined gesture.

“Bind!”

A series of Eight Trigrams projections encircled and entrapped Long Qiang’s form.

In a matter of seconds, Long Qiang found himself immobilized, held in place by the mystical energy.

The young crown prince consort, devoid of emotion, relinquished her grip on Big Treasure and issued a directive. “Sever his sycophantic ties. Let every member of the Long Clan contemplate whether they shall dare to lay claim to kinship in the future.”

Amidst the young crown prince consort’s exhortation, Big Treasure obediently swung into action. With a wave of her hand, she promptly orchestrated the removal of Long Qiang, the source of irritation, from the scene.

“Very well!” Big Treasure exclaimed, then promptly engaged the Long Clan members, repelling their advances with a pair of forceful punches.

The mechanical creation seized the alarmed Long Qiang and departed the hall in flight.

The spectators were struck dumb by the unfolding spectacle.

Long Shouxin, consumed by anxiety for his son’s safety, couldn’t remain any longer. He hastily prostrated before the Emperor and then dashed out in frantic pursuit of Long Qiang, the Long Clan trailing behind him.

A collective exhale of relief rippled through the audience as they hurriedly resumed their seats.

Beyond the palace, night had descended in full force. The grand banquet had persisted for over four hours, yielding a comical twist: the feast had witnessed meager indulgence in food and wine. Instead, attendees engaged in wagers, competitions, and light-hearted amusement…

The Emperor cast an exasperated glare at his son.

The younger man appeared puzzled, meeting his father’s gaze with a quizzical expression.

/Was there truly anything objectionable about a well-fitted ensemble of ink-colored standard-class attire?/

A sense of suffocation overwhelmed the Emperor: /See what havoc your audacious spouse has wrought upon this banquet!/

In response, his son promptly shot him a defiant glare.

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