Wuhu Taking Action

Along the way, Princess Hui An said nothing.

She looked like she was asleep, but Su Xiaoxiao could hear her breathing. She was clearly awake.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't tease her. Some jokes were harmless, but some could stab people in the heart in the name of jokes.

Although Su Xiaoxiao was sharp-tongued, that depended on the target.

"Miss, we're here."

The coachman stopped the carriage and brought a stool over.

Su Xiaoxiao got out of the carriage first and reached out to help Princess Hui An down.

Princess Hui An's hands hurt, her knees hurt, and her forehead was bruised and painful.

"It's all Su Xuan's fault!"

"Yes, it's his fault. You won't care about him from now on."

Princess Hui An wanted to say something but stopped.

Su Xiaoxiao brought her into the residence.

The servant who had been beaten up by the golden eagle bowed respectfully. "Young Miss, this is…"