Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

The fool was completely unaware. Yun Qiao tightened her grip on his hand under the table. "Sit still and don't move."

Before Qin Xiangming could react, she suddenly stood up.

Qin Xiangming was startled and quickly got up as well, timidly holding onto her clothes, his mind racing.

Yun Qiao frowned. Why couldn't her silly son be more obedient at a time like this?

She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your Majesty, I am willing."

Qin Xiangchi looked at her with great interest upon hearing this, trying to recall Yun Qiao's identity.

He bestowed the princess upon his deceased royal uncle.

Previously, some foolish people tried to curry favor with him using a dubious piece of information.

Born with the destiny of a phoenix? He didn't believe in such things.

Qin Xiangchi smiled and said, "Okay."

Yun Qiao reached out and pulled the sleeve that the fool was holding away from his hand. The fool looked innocent and aggrieved, and then reached out and grabbed the sleeve again.

Yun Qiao wanted to punch him on the spot.

A leisurely voice came from above the main hall, "Let's go together."

Yun Qiao closed her eyes. Oh well, hopefully it will work.

If we don't go in now, who knows what other methods they might use.

Slowly walking towards the cage, the white tiger was tall and the cage was wide in one corner, but big enough for a person to pass through.

Just as Yun Qiao was about to go in, the silly boy seemed to find it amusing and squeezed in first with a silly grin. She couldn't stop him and had no choice but to follow him in.

The tiger in the corner slowly got up and approached the two people.

Everyone held their breath for a long time before the tiger's roar echoed throughout the entire hall.

The white tiger was very agitated, pacing back and forth in its spacious cage, refusing to approach the two people.

Qin Xiangming breathed a sigh of relief.

His informants had already informed him of this matter, but Yun Qiao also received the news from the God of Wealth.

Not to mention what he wore today, Yun Qiao has been keeping him immersed in a pile of medicinal herbs every day for the past few days.

Not only him, Yun Qiao also marinated herself to ward off wild animals.

Even if the tyrant torments them both, he can still escape unscathed.

Of course, this is just a hypothetical situation. With such a large white tiger, who can guarantee that the herbs will definitely be effective?

The moment Yun Qiao stood up, Qin Xiangming almost couldn't keep up the act. What was she trying to prove? Even if he threw a tantrum in the main hall today, or even if he was put in the cage and the herbs didn't work, he could just reveal that he knew martial arts. At worst, things would be a little more difficult later.

What if she goes in and it's no use?

It's impossible not to be moved when someone is so foolishly protecting him. At that moment, Qin Xiangming felt that even if the herbs were useless, it would be worth revealing all his trump cards.

Fortunately, it worked.

Everyone watched this scene in disbelief.

Even the tyrant found it quite novel.

"Ah, so Little White doesn't eat human flesh. In that case, let's kill it."

Listen closely to the tone of his voice; there is a deep sense of regret and reluctance.

But who can blame it for being so unruly? Being a picky eater is no good thing.

If it weren't for the archers suddenly surging out from all around and firing arrows at the white tiger in the cage the instant he finished speaking.

The fool was so frightened by the sudden scene that he cried and immediately retreated to the corner of the cage. Yun Qiao was unintentionally blocked behind him, and the two of them sat on the ground and curled up in the corner.

Yun Qiao closed her eyes, stretched out her sleeve to cover the eyes of the fool in front of her, and whispered in a trembling voice to comfort him: "Xiao Ming, be good, don't be afraid, you'll be able to go home soon."

The tiger was still struggling and roaring inside the cage, its blood splattering all around it.

Qin Xiangming's face, hidden by Yun Qiao's sleeve, was grim.

He had been humiliated for many years, and never before had he felt such an urgent urge to tear Qin Xiangchi to pieces.

Hearing Yun Qiao's trembling voice, he wanted to turn around and hug her to comfort her, but he couldn't.

From the very beginning, Qin Xiangchi never intended for him to die in the tiger's jaws. The archers were enough to show that he wanted to wait until he had played with the white tiger enough before having him executed.

She shrank back and hid Yun Qiao in the corner behind her.

Feeling her body trembling incessantly, he took her other hand, his hand hidden under his wide sleeve, as if seeking comfort out of fear.

Yun Qiao noticed this, and disregarding her fear, she squeezed his hand tightly to comfort him.

He's a fool, and I'm a normal person, how can I be more timid than a fool?

After a long while, the tiger's roar gradually weakened until it stopped breathing, and the hall became quiet.

The white tiger has been riddled with holes.

The area beneath his body was covered in warm, bright red blood.

The two people who had been tricked in the corner were cowering in agony. Qin Xiangming's body and Yun Qiao's sleeve, which she was using to shield herself, were covered in blood splattered by the White Tiger.

Qin Xiangchi found it extremely boring. "Let's call it a day. It's a real pity that you ministers didn't get to enjoy a good show."

The psychopathic tyrant's entrance was sudden, and his exit was even more so.

A perfectly good birthday banquet, and they didn't even prepare a proper feast.

Everyone had come from far away, and they weren't even given a bite to eat, only a bloody scene to watch. It was indeed a banquet, the banquet was supposed to be everyone watching the white tiger enjoy its feast, but before the banquet was even over, the tiger died, and no one even spoke up for it.

The crowd glanced at the two still-dazed people in the cage with pity, then quickly got up and left.

They're lucky to even survive; what are they supposed to eat? If the tyrant ever treats them well, they'll suspect it's their last meal before they're beheaded.

After a long while, Yun Qiao moved, nudged the trembling, simple-minded boy, and forced herself to get up.

He deliberately avoided looking at the tragic scene around him, smiled with a pale face, and patted Qin Xiangming's head.

"I'm not afraid anymore, I'm not afraid anymore, let's go home."

Qin Xiangming was trembling, but he obediently followed behind her, holding onto the hem of her clothes.

Qin Xiangchi watched from afar, murmuring softly, "How can my Empress be left to rely on my foolish younger brother?"

The former Qin Xiangchi disdained those born with a phoenix destiny, but the current Qin Xiangchi feels that Yun Qiao is clearly born with a phoenix destiny.

At least, her terrified yet pretentious act was quite amusing. The White Tiger was dead, leaving him all alone, which wouldn't be good. Since he had willingly become the White Tiger's banquet, then he belonged to him.

......

On the way back, Yun Qiao remained silent, saying nothing more than comforting Qin Xiangming.

But he was clearly somewhat dazed, obviously frightened.

The white tiger was so close to them, roaring almost right next to them, before being pierced by arrows one after another. It kept ramming against the cage in an attempt to resist, and finally collapsed with a thud beside them.

Even without looking, the arrows and its screams and struggles could be heard.

Qin Xiangming tried to win Yun Qiao's attention by acting aggrieved, hoping to make her feel better.

Obviously, it didn't have any effect; on the contrary, she kept trying to comfort him.

Inside the carriage, he curled up in a ball, seemingly frightened, and clung to Yun Qiao, refusing to let go.

Yun Qiao could only pat him gently to comfort him, but in reality, it was also a mutual comfort and warmth between the two of them.

Noticing that Yun Qiao was trembling as if she was crying, Qin Xiangming tightened his grip and leaned his head close to her ear to gently rub against her ear to comfort her.

Yun Qiao was preoccupied and unaware of her surroundings.

It wasn't until she returned to the Prince's Mansion and saw Yue Shan that she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yue Shan's heart pounded as he looked at the person covered in blood. He checked her over and over, and only after confirming that she had no wounds did he feel relieved enough to hold her and comfort her.

"Yue Shan, I'm scared."

Yue Shan awkwardly patted her back to comfort her.

"Don't be afraid, Madam, I'm here."

He was useless; he wasn't by his wife's side when things were dangerous.

Only when she was exhausted from crying did Yue Shan hold her and gently coax her to sleep fully clothed.

He lay down next to her and gently patted her to comfort her.

Qin Xiangming watched coldly from inside the room. Yun Qiao was not in a good state. He tacitly approved of Yue Shan's behavior, but that did not mean he could feel at ease letting the two of them stay together.

If he could, he would much rather be the one comforting Yun Qiao in his arms right now, than this idiot who keeps saying she's not afraid.

What's the use of someone who's so bad at expressing themselves that they can't even comfort others?