The storage bag is highly poisonous, *slurp*

Xun Xue glanced at her daughter’s new boyish look, the smile on her lips unchanged, her eyes filled with complete indulgence.

‘As long as my daughter likes it.’

She led Lu Qiancha by the hand and walked slowly towards the two heavy city gates.

Xun Xue showed a wolf-head token imbued with cold energy, and the guard wolf soldiers instantly knelt on one knee in salute, their movements uniform.

The two were welcomed into this Wolf Clan royal city with the utmost respect.

On the wide bluestone main road.

Lu Qiancha and Xun Xue walked side by side, their destination the majestic royal palace suspended in the distance, looming in and out of sight amidst the wind and snow.

At that moment.

Suddenly.

A tall figure, wrapped in a black-hooded cloak, was either in a hurry or absent-minded.

With a “thump.”

The man bumped squarely into Lu Qiancha’s shoulder, and the force was not small.

“I’m so sorry!” A rushed, hoarse apology came from under the cloak, with obvious panic.

Lu Qiancha was knocked slightly to the side.
She frowned and glanced at the other person, just waving her hand.

Not wanting to get entangled, Lu Qiancha took Xun Xue’s hand and continued forward.

Just as the two were about to pass each other by a few steps—

A dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground suddenly came from behind, followed by a burst of noise from the pedestrians, mixed with exclamations and discussion.

Out of instinct, Lu Qiancha turned her head curiously to look—

The cloaked man who had just bumped into her was now sprawled out on his back on the cold stone road, his limbs spread wide.

His hood had slipped to one side, revealing the pale, uncovered face underneath.

“A human?”

A trace of surprise flashed in Lu Qiancha’s eyes.
‘A human actually appeared in this heavily guarded demon clan royal city.’

“Look! Isn’t that the human thief who stole the ‘Frost Moon Wheel’?!”

“He’s not dead after stealing a sacred object? His life is tough enough!”

“Tsk, isn’t it because the eldest princess is protecting him? I heard he had some dog-shit luck and took a fatal blow for the eldest princess.
Now, Her Highness Ling Muxue is practically risking her life to protect him!”

“Hmph, I think the face of the Wolf Clan is going to be completely lost by this eldest princess!”

“Watch your words! Be careful you don’t lose your head.”

The surrounding wolf clan members chattered, their tones filled with disdain, contempt, and a hint of helplessness.

Out of goodwill towards her own race, Lu Qiancha squeezed out of the crowd and squatted down.
The tip of her paw precisely landed on the man’s pulse, and a stream of pure spiritual energy silently entered.

His pulse was steady, his breathing long, and on the surface, there was nothing wrong.

However, deep within his limbs and skull, an extremely viscous, cold, and dark purple mist, which was constantly wriggling like a living thing, was silently eroding his meridians, gradually eating away at his sanity.

‘The feel of this poisonous mist and its trajectory…’

‘So familiar.’

Lu Qiancha’s brows furrowed.
Her spiritual sense traced the poison’s path upwards.

It finally locked onto the somewhat dusty storage pouch on the man’s waist, which had a crookedly embroidered character “Cha” on the bottom.

Lu Qiancha was instantly amused.
‘So he’s a little thief, and he stole from me.’

‘It’s a good thing I’m used to applying some non-lethal anesthetic to my valuables, otherwise, this little thief would have gotten away with it.’

Of course, Lu Qiancha had an antibody to this drug, so she wouldn’t be poisoned by her own poison.

Lu Qiancha stood up abruptly.
“Thump! Thump!!” She gave the man’s stomach two clean and neat kicks.

The force was not great, purely to vent her frustration at her good intentions not being rewarded.

The sound was not loud, but in front of everyone, it was exceptionally clear.

At that moment.

“Insolence—!!!” A crisp female voice, like ice tearing through the air and wrapped in a monstrous rage, suddenly exploded.

The crowd, like a tide split by a sharp blade, “whoosh!”—quickly retreated to both sides.

Instantly revealing the solitary figure of Xun Xue standing behind, and a wolf clan “youth” who was coldly retracting his foot.

Lu Qiancha subconsciously looked towards the source of the voice—

Ahead, stood a wolf clan girl in frost-ice armor, with long, gray-blue hair.

Her eyes were filled with undisguised anger, firmly locked on Lu Qiancha, who had just finished kicking the man.

That look, as if she wanted to eat Lu Qiancha alive.

“You… who the hell are you?!” Ling Muxue’s voice trembled with extreme anger, “How dare you be… so rude to Mufeng?!”

“Rude?”

Lu Qiancha glanced at the man on the ground with a blank expression, her voice calm and waveless: “This guy stole my things.
Now that the poison has taken effect and he’s passed out, a couple of kicks to wake him up is already me being very polite.”

“Mufeng stole your things?!” Ling Muxue seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
Her voice rose, filled with partiality and questioning: “Evidence?! Show me the evidence!”

‘Head over heels in love, beyond saving.’

Lu Qiancha quickly made her evaluation in her heart.

‘For someone so immersed in the story of saving their Prince Charming…’

‘Reasoning with them? That’s a complete waste of breath.’

She couldn’t even be bothered to give Ling Muxue another look.
She turned directly, very naturally took Xun Xue’s slightly cool hand, and started to walk away.

“Stop right there!”

Ling Muxue was overcome with anger and stomped her foot hard, kicking up a cloud of snow.

Her figure was like lightning as she lunged forward in pursuit—

At that moment.

Xun Xue’s footsteps paused.

She turned around.
Her pair of originally gentle, deep blue eyes were now filled with a bottomless, cold pool.

Xun Xue’s gaze was precisely fixed on the pursuing Ling Muxue’s face, a dangerous smile at the corners of her lips.

“Little sister, being unreasonable comes with a price, you know.”

Xun Xue’s voice was gentle, yet every word was like ice.

“Who are you! What right do you have to lecture me?”

Ling Muxue’s fierce but inwardly weak question had just left her throat when a majestic pressure suddenly enveloped her entire body.
Her voice uncontrollably stammered: “Wait, you-you are, Aunt… Aunt Xun Xue?!”

“You recognize me? Little Muxue?”

Xun Xue chuckled lightly, but there was not a trace of warmth in her laughter.

She strode forward elegantly, and it wasn’t until she was right in front of her that Xun Xue leisurely lifted her fingers, which seemed to carry a coldness like jade, and gently pinched Ling Muxue’s ice-carved, jade-like chin, forcing her to look up.

Xun Xue said coldly, “Now, does this Monarch have the right to lecture you?”

“Yes, you have the right!”

Ling Muxue’s chin was pinched, her voice muffled, but filled with extreme fear.

“Heh…” Xun Xue seemed to have lost interest, and with a flick of her fingertips, she let go.

Ling Muxue stumbled back a step as if granted a great amnesty, gasping for breath, the cold sweat on her back already soaking her inner shirt.

“Heh, take your little man and scram.
My daughter… son and I don’t want to see you.”

Xun Xue threw out a sentence and took Lu Qiancha’s wrist.

Then she walked straight towards the royal palace in the distance, which exuded a stern, cold aura.

In her place, only the dazed Ling Muxue was left.

A huge humiliation and an indescribable lingering fear poured over her like ice water.

After a long while…

She seemed to wake up from a dream and bit her lip hard…

She almost squeezed the command out through her teeth, roaring at the silent servants at the side: “Quick… carry Mufeng away! Take him to the nearest medical hall!!!”

On the way, Lu Qiancha looked at Xun Xue with some curiosity and asked, “Mother, was that person just now an acquaintance of yours?”

“Not an acquaintance.
I just taught her a lesson when she was little.”

Xun Xue said faintly.

Lu Qiancha nodded in understanding.