I believe she can handle it

  The girl frowned and looked at Qianyu Xian with worried eyes, "Miss, don't do this, the prince this time... If you go and don't resist the prince, things won't get out of hand..."

  Qian Yu Xian furrowed her brows, looking at Mu Tong with a worried gaze. She knew Mu Tong was doing it for her own good, so she decided to go take a look. What is that old man up to now?

  Thinking of Qian Yu Xian's relaxed and furrowed eyebrows, rose-like red lips with a hint of smile, "Mm, I'll go, don't frown anymore."

  The young lady heard Qian Yu Xian say she was going and let out a long sigh of relief, looking at Qian Yu Xian nodding her head, thinking to herself that as long as Miss doesn't argue with the prince, nothing big will happen.

  Qianying stood by with a cold smile, looking at Qianyuxian who was laughing happily. "Qianyuxian, I don't think you have the right to laugh after what happened today!"

  Qian Yu Xian seemed less worried now, with a hint of a smile on her red lips as she turned and walked towards the main hall of Qian Wang Fu. Qian Ying Er bowed down to greet her before following behind Qian Yu Xian with a cold smile on her face.

  Wen Feng looked at Qian Yu Xian's distant figure and gazed at the horse carriage beside him with confusion, asking:

  "Your Highness, would you like to go and take a look? Perhaps Miss Qian..."

  Wen Feng's words were cut off by a soft and elegant voice like a piano coming from inside the carriage, "I believe she can handle it, let's return to the manor."

  Wen Feng nodded and gave a glance at the coachman, who immediately drove the carriage towards the residence of Marquis Wen.

  Qian Yu Xian walked on the way to Qian Wang Fu's main hall, her mind began to wonder what had happened, why Qian Wei Jun looked for her without a reason.

  Suddenly, a voice that seemed to be right next to Qian Yu Xian's ear echoed in his mind, 'Another one... no matter what happens later, don't provoke Father King, okay?'

  Obviously, the soul had already understood why, Qian Yu Xian furrowed her brows and asked unclearly:

  "Why? What happened?"

  The voice of the soul sounded again in Qianyu Xian's mind, 'No time to explain, anyway another... be careful not to offend Father King, otherwise things will get worse.'

  Qian Yu Xian pouted, 'What if I were to defy him?'

  The soul fell silent for a moment before its voice faintly echoed in Qian Yu Xian's mind, 'I don't know either...'

  Qian Yu Xian suddenly thought, even if Qian Wei Jun was harsh to her, he was still the father of her soul. If she disobeyed him, would her soul...?

  Thinking of Qian Yu Xian's probing question, 'If I offend Qian Wei Jun, will you blame me?'

  The soul fell silent for a moment before speaking again, 'No... but I'm worried about you, you might get hurt...'

  Qian Yu Xian let out a long sigh of relief and replied nonchalantly, 'Won't happen, I'm very astute!'

  Qian Yu Xian had already walked into the hall, Qian Wei Jun was sitting in the middle of the hall, Zhu Yin standing beside him, looking at Qian Yu Xian with a schadenfreude expression.

  Qian Yu's eyebrows furrowed, and she stopped in her tracks. Her bright, watery eyes stared straight at Qian Wei Jun, who was sitting in the middle of the hall, and asked coldly, "What did you call me here for?"

  Although the voice was cold, it didn't have to be as rude as when speaking to Qian Yuer just now. Even if Ling Hun said it wouldn't blame her, after all, Qian Wei Jun was still Ling Hun's father, and Qian Yu Xian had to show some respect for him.

  Qian Weijun stood up, holding the family law wooden stick in his hand. Qian Yuxian stared at him with wide eyes, thinking to herself, "Oh no, not this stick again! Heaven, I just arrived and I'm already going to be beaten? I don't know how to defend myself!"

  Wait! Even if I don't have the Iron Shirt, I still have the Jade Flute!

  Thinking that Qian Yu Xian would take out the Jade Feather Flute to defend against the unexpected attack, Qian Wei Jun held a wooden stick and walked in front of Qian Yu Xian, raising the stick and preparing to strike. Qian Yu Xian reacted quickly, using the unique lightness skill taught by the mysterious monk to dodge the attack.

  Qian Weijun looked at Qian Yuxian in surprise, wondering when she had learned the art of lightness. Not only was Qian Weijun puzzled, but also Qian Xiang'er and Zhu Yin, who were watching with schadenfreude, widened their eyes in astonishment.

  Qian Weijun furrowed his brow, raised the wooden stick again and walked towards Qian Yuxian, "You disobedient girl dare to hide! See if I, the king, will or won't beat you, this disobedient girl!"