Chapter 645: Triangular Dispute 11

As the words fell, Su Luo turned and left.

Su Zian roared at her back, "Su Luo, if you dare to marry Your Highness the Prince of Jin without permission, you know the consequences yourself!"

Su Luo looked back and smiled brilliantly, "Didn't General Su Da say that I, Su Luo, cannot compare to even a single finger of the Yaochi Fairy? Didn't you say that once Your Highness the Prince of Jin and the Yaochi Fairy reconcile, there will be no place for me? Since you have such confidence in the Yaochi Fairy, then what are you worried about?"

These words left Su Zian momentarily stunned.

Using his own spear to attack his own shield—let's see how Su Zian breaks this.

Seeing Su Zian's face turn livid with anger, a faint, cold smile curled on the corners of Su Luo's lips as she walked out of the study.

Compared to the oppressive atmosphere inside the study, the air outside was much fresher.

Ziteng Courtyard.

"Young Miss, drink some water to calm your anger." Seeing that Su Luo's expression was not good, Lǜluó hurried forward to attend to her.

Su Luo held the teacup, but slowly broke into a smile, "Alright, your Young Miss is not angry."

"But Young Miss walked out of Master's study in a fit of rage."

"If I didn't do that, how could I make the Yaochi Li Family lower their guard?" A cold light flashed in Su Luo's eyes.

The Little Divine Dragon's perception is different from ordinary people, so she knew that a master from the Yaochi Li Family was hiding in the corner of the study.

The more arrogant and domineering she appeared, the more the Yaochi Li Family would lower their guard against her.

Lǜluó suddenly realized.

Su Luo weighed the teacup, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

Because of Nangong Liuyun, she had offended Li Yaoyao, and with the Yaochi Li Family behind Li Yaoyao, her current situation was truly worrying.

However, why would Li Yaoyao agree to let her be a concubine? Could it be that she wanted to get her over there so she could torture her in a legitimate way?

A faint, cold smile curled on the corners of Su Luo's lips.

Be a concubine? She, Su Luo, would never share a man with another woman in this life.

Days passed in peace.

For several days, everything was calm and tranquil, and even the so-called concubine incident seemed to be no longer mentioned.

But Su Luo always had a premonition that a storm was approaching, and her heart felt faintly uneasy.

On this day, Su Luo was sitting cross-legged, Cultivating.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from the doorway.

Lǜluó ran in quickly, covered in sweat, and anxiously grabbed Su Luo, "Young Miss, something terrible has happened!"

"Don't panic, take your time and tell me, the sky won't collapse." Su Luo handed her a cup of water.

Lǜluó drank the water in the cup in one gulp and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, "Young Miss, the Eldest Young Master has had an accident! It seems he is seriously injured; he was just carried into the house!"

Just at this moment, there was a loud bang at the gate of Ziteng Courtyard.

Su Luo knitted her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly and walked out with Lǜluó.

She heard chaotic footsteps approaching from afar, and Su Luo knew very well who the footsteps of the person leading them belonged to.

As soon as she arrived in the main hall, she saw Su Xi leading a group of people, storming in aggressively.

Today, Su Xi was dressed in a bright red dress, her whole person like a ball of fire, full of fierce Aura.

As soon as Su Xi saw Su Luo, a hint of intense hatred flashed across her angry face.

She pointed her finger at Su Luo, "Someone, tie Su Luo up!"

In an instant, several experts swarmed up, attempting to lay hands on Su Luo.

However, before their bodies could get close to Su Luo, two black shadows flew out from the side, punching those people directly in the chest.

"Bang, bang, bang—" A series of violent clapping sounds rang out.

When the sounds faded, one could see the experts who had followed Su Xi's orders to capture Su Luo lying on the ground before them.