Trash Among Trash

In the eyes of spiritual cultivators, Yun Ran's words were a joke. The people around her were amused.

"Did you hear that? This woman said that her martial arts skills are not bad! A piece of trash without a spiritual root actually has the cheek to participate in the Heavenly Thunder Selection."

"With her strength, she can only scratch my itch!"

"I think you're quite a beauty. Let me introduce you to a place. The Spring Water Pavilion on the street behind it suits you."

… .

Yun Ran was not a weak little coward.

Listening to these malicious words, her watery eyes narrowed slightly, and there was only bottomless darkness in them.

She was just about to teach these people a lesson when another extremely irritating voice came from behind her.

"How can you talk to a beauty like her? How can such a beauty go to a dirty place like the Spring Water Pavilion? Of course, she should enter my backyard."

Yun Ran followed the voice and saw a man walking down the steps.

He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was wearing a purple brocade robe and a purple-and-gold crown. He held a folding fan in his hand and his narrow eyes sized Yun Ran up and down. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed a few times and gave her a wretched smile.

"You're indeed a beauty. So what if you don't have spiritual power? If you follow me and serve me well, you'll be a member of Heavenly Thunder in the future."

The people from the Sky Thunder Mercenary Group behind him also cheered.

"Young Master is right. This kind of woman without spiritual power cultivation is only fit to serve men in the backyard."

"If you follow our Young Master, you don't need to have spiritual power. You just need to be soft enough and have good martial arts in that aspect."

"Young Master is mighty, Young Master is a real man!"

… .

Bun and Sweetcake were still young and did not understand the meaning behind these people's words, but the two children seemed to have a natural ability to distinguish between good and bad.

Seeing those people smiling maliciously, Bun recalled Yun Hai and the guards in the Prime Minister's residence. He clenched his small fists tightly and used his small body to block Yun Ran like an angry little beast.

"You bad people, don't bully my mother!"

Little Sweetcake no longer had the sweet smile on her face. She snorted and glared at her fiercely. "I'm going to tell Daddy! A big baddie wants to bully Mommy."

Yun Ran was rather gratified. During this period of time, the two little ones had been spending time with Mo Beiyuan in the Prince's mansion. In an environment like the Prince's mansion, they had obtained respect and built up their confidence. They were no longer the two pitiful people in the Prime Minister's mansion who could be bullied.

But at this moment, she couldn't really let the two little ones rush to the front to protect her.

She raised her hand to rub the top of their heads and comforted them. "You're still young. Leave this kind of thing to Mother."

In the dark, Thunderbolt witnessed all of this and quickly sent someone to report to the prince.

"Go back quickly and tell His Highness that Miss Yun and the two young masters were bullied. Miss is crying and looking for Daddy."

The secret guard quickly returned to the Prince Yuan Mansion and reported the situation to Mo Beiyuan.

Mo Beiyuan was busy with his work with his head lowered. He did not even look up.

"The woman had enough fun. She's back?"

The secret guard replied according to Jinglei's instructions, "No, Miss Yun and the two young masters were bullied outside. Miss was even frightened and was crying for her father."

"Who's so blind?"

Mo Beiyuan's expression darkened. He stood up and strode out.

"And where are they now?"