My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

Without uttering a word, she had hurled a dirt ball with lethal intent, leaving no room for doubt.

Qiao Mu regarded the man before her with a cold, penetrating gaze, then tossed the torn marriage contract in his direction. “What is the meaning of this? Why the melodramatic act?”

Ming Asi met her stare with a half-smile. “I did mention this morning that I wished to speak with you.”

So, her refusal warranted such an intense response?

She was no one’s plaything. Why should she be obliged to attend and listen to his nonsense simply because he expressed a desire to talk?

Qiao Mu fixed him with a frosty look, her almond-shaped eyes and petite face radiating cold determination. “You’re pushing your luck.”

“How dare you!” Achir exclaimed, sitting upright on her stool and glaring at

Qiao Mu with reddened eyes. “Your insolence, Qiao Mu, knows no bounds.”

“Silence!” Both Qiao Mu and Ming Asi turned to her simultaneously, their voices echoing with a commanding tone.

Achir gazed at the two of them in astonishment.

Qiao Mu’s berating was one thing, but now even His Highness Asi was scolding her.

Achir couldn’t help but feel that life had dealt her a difficult hand. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.

“Escort Achir outside,” Ming Asi instructed tersely, his hawk-like eyes revealing a hint of frustration and irritation.

He turned away, waving his hand, and addressed Ali, “You all should leave as well. ”

Injustice hung heavy in the air. Ali shot a resigned glance at his elder brother and sighed silently. He stepped forward, helping Achir to her feet. “Come on,

Achir.”

“No, I won’t leave. Don’t pull me out!” Achir protested, her voice flustered and exasperated. “This woman must have poisoned His Highness Asi with some

Gil!”

How else could she explain this woman’s inexplicable favor with His Highness Asi given her unpleasant demeanor?

Achir’s mind drifted to the Poison Techniques practiced by the people of the Barbarian Region.

“Leave,” Asi impatiently roared once more.

He hadn’t anticipated Qiao Mu’s swift arrival. Had he known, he wouldn’t have allowed Achir, a known troublemaker, to remain and disrupt the proceedings.

“Achir, let’s go.” Ali tugged Achir, who continued to squirm, and shot her a warning glare. In a hushed tone, he added, “Do you want the Crown Prince to become so furious that he banishes you, never to return?”

Achir fell silent instantly. She turned her head, shooting a fierce glare at Qiao Mu before reluctantly complying with Ali and leaving the room.

However, her reluctance to leave was palpable. She moved to an adjacent room and ushered the students inside out, then swung open the school door. From there, she watched Asi and Qiao Mu, who were seated opposite each other, in plain view.

After all, the door to His Highness Asi’s room had been utterly wrecked by Qiao Mu earlier, providing a clear line of sight between them.

“Explain yourself,” Qiao Mu demanded bluntly, her expression icy.

Asi raised his hand, conjuring a protective barrier that enveloped the two of them, isolating them entirely from the outside world.

Upon seeing this, Achir bout of anger jumped up again and scolded sharply and unkindly, “What are the two of them trying to do by hiding in the side room?”