Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

Gong Zishang: "Gong Yuanzheng, did you see your sister scream?"

Gong Yuanzheng curled his lips and said, "Sister..."

Gong Zishang: "Good boy, will you salute the one holding the blade?"

Gong Ziyu looked at Gong Yuanzheng with a smile, waiting for him to salute her. However, Gong Yuanzheng ignored him and was about to leave, but was stopped by Jin Fan.

"Mr. Zheng, you need to salute the person holding the sword!" Jin Fan said.

Gong Yuanzheng: "What kind of blade wielder is he? If my brother wasn't here, wouldn't I have gotten my turn before I came of age?" Jin Fan, upon hearing Gong Yuanzheng's words, prepared to teach him a lesson. Shangguan Qian's eyes glared, and she quickly retreated, deftly distancing herself from Gong Yuanzheng while gathering strength in her hands, ready to counter Jin Fan's attack.

Jin Fan's palm wind was fierce, and he rushed towards Shangguan Qian like a tiger descending from the mountain. However, Shangguan Qian dodged the fatal blow with unimaginable speed and agility.

However, Jin Fan had used too much force and lost his balance. Shangguan Qian saw this and immediately seized the opportunity to strike out with a palm strike, hitting Jin Fan squarely in the chest. Jin Fan was struck hard and flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the field was extremely tense, and everyone was shocked by this sudden change. Shangguan Qian stood quietly in place, with a firm and courageous look in his eyes. Jin Fan, who fell to the ground, looked very embarrassed. He struggled to stand up, but his body would not obey him. Gong Ziyu and Gong Zishang hurried to help Jin Fan, while Gong Ziyu was furious: "How dare you! Someone come and catch Shangguan Qian for me." The nearby guards hurriedly surrounded Shangguan Qian.

Gong Yuanzheng hurriedly asked, "Who dares?" For a moment, the guards dared not move. Shangguan Qian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, her eyes shimmering with a hint of mockery. Her voice was cold, filled with undisguised contempt: "Haha, palace rules? When did it become a servant's turn to attack the head of a palace? I, the wife of the head of a palace, injured a servant, and I'm being held accountable?"

She stood tall and straight, radiating a majestic aura. She clutched her handkerchief tightly, as if suppressing her inner anger. Her gaze swept over the people around her, the cold glint in her eyes sending shudders down her spine.

Behind her, the guards lowered their heads, not daring to breathe, clearly intimidated by Shangguan Qian's presence. Meanwhile, the guards on the opposite side wore expressions of panic, perhaps realizing they had made a grave mistake but unsure what to do.

The whole scene was filled with tension, as if a storm was about to break out. Gong Ziyu hurriedly said, "That's because he's being disrespectful to me, the Blade Master!"

Shangguan Qian stood before Gong Yuanzheng, defending him. "Hey, Gong Yuanzheng is your brother, the Palace Master. You're not defending him, but a servant... are you a pig?" Gong Ziyu's face flushed red upon hearing this. Gong Zishang complained, "You couldn't have hurt Jin Fan so hard!" Shangguan Qian sneered, a hint of sarcasm in her words. "Haha, Jin Fan's palm strike was truly merciless! If I, Shangguan Qian, hadn't had the skills to pull Gong Yuanzheng away, he'd have been injured long ago. You're so heartbroken over a servant's injury, but is there anyone who cares about him?" Gong Yuanzheng's red eyes swept over the crowd, a hint of sadness flashing in them. No one except Brother Shangjiao cared if he was injured. These were his brothers and sisters; he was even less respected than a servant.