"You lowly commoner! How dare you lay a hand on me!" Bai Qingxuan, not expecting someone more skilled than him, was tightly pressed against the carriage, unable to move.
Bai Qingxuan's eyes were bloodshot. He struggled and cursed, "I am the son of the Duke of Zhen! You lowly commoner dare to touch me. When my grandfather returns, he will exterminate your nine clans!"
Bai Qingyan's eyes were filled with a fierce, murderous intent. To dare to say such words about exterminating nine clans! Leaving this heartless scum in the Bai family might bring about the family's doom.
"Let go of my son!" The woman lifted the carriage curtain, jumped down like a shrew, and angrily hit and tore at Chen Qingsheng. "You lowly commoner! My son is the most esteemed son of the Duke of Zhen! If you hurt my son, the Duke will surely kill your entire family when he returns!"