Happy Palm: The War King's Favored Little Doctor Consort

Su Qingli's head was bleeding and her vision was blurry. She saw a black carriage slowly approaching from afar. Even the guards driving the carriage were all dressed in black.

The carriage stopped in front of Su Qingli, and a man got out of the carriage and stood in front of Su Qingli.

Su Qingli reached out and grabbed the man's clothes. "My Lord, I have already done as you requested. I have knelt three times and kowtowed nine times to apologize to you. I beg you to ask Concubine Zhao to let my grandmother go."

The surrounding sounds disappeared, leaving only Su Qingli's weak cry for help. Even the students who came to support Su Qingli fell silent, because the person standing in front of Su Qingli was not Prince Zhao, but War King Mo Yunting.

Mo Yunting looked at Su Qingli, who was covered in blood, with no emotion on his face. The people around him didn't even dare to breathe because of his arrival.

"Greetings, Your Highness." At this moment, one of the students stepped out. It was the man in blue who had angrily confronted Prince Zhao yesterday. "Miss Su did not mean to offend. Please forgive her, Your Highness."

Mo Yunting lowered his eyes and glanced at Su Qingli, who was unconscious but still holding on to his clothes tightly, and frowned slightly.

"Come here, send Miss Su to Old Madam Su. I will go to Qingshan Temple to welcome the Concubine back to the palace."

"Thank you, Your Highness." The man in green was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

Mo Yunting frowned. He helped Su Qingli and didn't need anyone to thank him. If anyone wanted to thank someone, it should be Su Qingli herself.

Xuan Yi picked up Su Qingli, but found that she was holding Mo Yunting's clothes tightly, and he didn't dare to use too much force for fear of tearing his master's clothes.

Mo Yunting glanced at her casually, drew his sword and cut off the hem of her clothes, and had someone send Su Qingli to the carriage: "Everyone go."

Everyone made way for the carriage and watched the convoy go away.

"Everyone says that the War King is cruel and merciless and kills innocent people indiscriminately, but I don't think so." Someone whispered.

"If it was really brutal, that sword strike would not have cut off the hem of her clothes, but would have cut off Miss Su's arm."

While everyone was whispering, Prince Zhao arrived. However, he looked everywhere but could not find any trace of Su Qingli.

"Where is Su Qingli?"

All the students turned around and left, and no one paid any attention to Prince Zhao.

"Brother Pei, please stay." Prince Zhao called to the man in green, "Brother Pei, have you seen Miss Su?"

The man in green sneered, "Prince Zhao is quite capable. He was able to force the daughter of a prime minister to come to his house and kowtow three times and nine times to apologize. The Zhao Palace is indeed powerful."

"I... I didn't, Brother Pei, there might be a misunderstanding!" Prince Zhao was speechless. He wanted to turn the tables in front of everyone, but when he arrived, Su Qingli had disappeared.

"I am of humble status and dare not call Prince Zhao my brother. I will take my leave." The man in green floated away, leaving Prince Zhao standing on the street, his face disheveled in the wind.

Inside the carriage, Mo Yunting looked at Su Qingli, who was lying on the cushion pretending to be unconscious, and spoke slowly and elegantly: "We have left the city, you can get up now."

Su Qingli turned over, got up and knelt, "Qingli thanks the prince."

"You ruined my clothes." Mo Yunting glanced at the missing piece of the hem, "You must compensate me with one."

"Compensate, I will." Su Qingli agreed readily, "Don't mention just one, I'll compensate you for ten."

"Then compensate me with ten pieces." Mo Yunting took it without hesitation. "The fabric is Feiyun satin. I only wear black."

The expression on Su Qingli's face froze for a moment. Feiyun satin is not cheap, one piece costs one hundred taels. Given her current situation, she can't afford to compensate for even one piece, let alone ten!

"I'll compensate you when I have money!" Su Qingli said immediately, but when Mo Yunting looked over, she felt a little guilty. "I'm very poor now and can't afford Feiyun satin. However, it won't be long before I can compensate you for your clothes."

Mo Yunting handed a handkerchief to Su Qingli: "Today, if I hadn't shown up, how would you have ended this?"

"Wait for Prince Zhao to clean up." Su Qingli took it, but it was useless. She had to stay in this embarrassed state to make Concubine Zhao feel humiliated.

"Can he do what you wish?"

"He is extremely conceited and has a violent temper. He gets easily provoked and his true colors are revealed at the slightest provocation."

Mo Yunting's expression slightly changed: "You have understood his temperament thoroughly. Then, have you understood my temperament thoroughly?"

Su Qingli sat up straight instantly. This was a dangerous signal. No one likes to be seen through, especially those in a higher position.

"Qingli dares to know what kind of person the prince is." Su Qingli's attitude was sincere and her tone was gentle.

"I don't believe in the Prince that others talk about, nor do I believe in the Prince that is rumored. I just want to use my own eyes and my own heart to see, to know, and to understand the Prince."

Mo Yunting found that he couldn't look directly into Su Qingli's eyes. Her eyes were too clear, as if they reflected the darkness in his heart.

But a strange and wonderful emotion arose in his heart. He wanted to know, if the person in front of him really understood him, would he be more afraid of him than those who feared him like a tiger?