Chapter 593: The Crown Prince Suffers 2

Concubine Meng pointed at Su Luo, throwing her head back and laughing so hard that tears almost came out: "You still dare to say those aren't sour grapes? They are simply reeking of sourness!" To actually say the Crown Prince was going to be unlucky, and even advise her to leave him—this was truly the world's biggest joke!

"Believe it or not." Su Luo smiled but said nothing.

Concubine Meng let out a few cold laughs: "Su Luo, His Highness the Crown Prince doesn't want you, yet you're out here ruining his reputation. Today, in my capacity as the Crown Prince's Concubine, I'll teach you, this Stinky Girl, a lesson!"

Just now, Concubine Meng had fallen flat on her face in public, and Su Luo had seen it all. This made Concubine Meng, who had always been proud and regarded Su Luo as a useless ant, extremely displeased.

And when she was displeased, she often liked to take it out on those around her.

This time, Su Luo was unfortunate enough to be the one.

"Don't worry, this Concubine won't take your little life yet." Concubine Meng spoke as her whip lashed out directly toward Su Luo's face.

Seeing Su Luo again, looking at that lovely face and her completely transformed Aura, Concubine Meng felt an inexplicable surge of jealousy. Thus, with this whip, she aimed straight for Su Luo's face.

No matter what, destroying this face was the most important thing.

However, just as the long whip was three inches away from Su Luo's face, the diamond-encrusted whip suddenly stopped mid-air.

Concubine Meng was greatly shocked. She instinctively tried to pull it down, only to find she had lost control of the whip. ♬♦ ♦♧

She couldn't lash it down, nor could she pull it back.

The whip seemed frozen in mid-air, motionless.

Concubine Meng was instantly dumbfounded.

What was going on?

At that moment, a snow-white, slender finger pulled back the curtain of the carriage carved with Dragons and Phoenixes, revealing a handsome face that could enchant the world.

Seeing that face so close—a beauty enough to drive one mad—Concubine Meng's body instantly stiffened. Her eyes went dull, and her gaze became glued to Nangong Liuyun's face, unable to look away even half an inch.

Nangong Liuyun stepped out of the carriage and walked leisurely to Su Luo's side, standing with his hands behind his back.

He just stood there casually, yet the Aura of a powerful expert emanating from his entire body was overwhelming.

He wore a black robe embroidered with a few blooming Snow Lotuses in silver thread, looking mysterious and enchanting, elegant and otherworldly, yet arrogantly peerless.

As soon as he appeared, he was dazzling and soul-stirring, capturing the attention of everyone present.

Su Luo couldn't help but sigh in her heart. A Prodigy was indeed a Prodigy; his appearance alone instantly mesmerized countless people.

"Heavens, that's His Highness Prince Jin…"

"The one who saved us just now was actually His Highness Prince Jin…"

"His Highness Prince Jin is mighty! Long live His Highness Prince Jin!"

In the crowd, someone was the first to shout "Long live His Highness Prince Jin," and then countless others followed with loud cries.

Their voices were loud and clear, as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Nangong Liuyun raised his right hand.

The originally noisy scene instantly fell silent, but those pairs of eyes were like boiling blood, all looking at the omnipotent His Highness Prince Jin, who was like a deity, with undisguised worship in their eyes.

Su Luo gave Nangong Liuyun a frustrated sidelong glance, then looked sympathetically at the people kneeling on the ground nearby.

Clearly, in Nangong Liuyun's eyes, their existence was like that of ants—insignificant and dispensable. He hadn't even bothered to lend a hand.

Yet these people were all weeping with excitement because of him.

This was truly… Su Luo was at a loss for words, only feeling that Nangong Liuyun's charm was everywhere and unparalleled.