"It's quite a mess indeed," Dou Fenghua muttered to herself.
Mo Lian's heart skipped a beat. He subtly pulled Qiaoqiao's small wrist back and lifted her up again. He nodded at Dou Fenghua and asked, "Do you suspect any internal injuries?"
"She does have some internal injuries, but it seems Crown Prince Consort has taken some homemade medicine. She is in good condition now."
"That's good." Mo Lian's expression relaxed slightly. Just now, he was so anxious that he lost his composure and forgot how impressive Qiaoqiao's super recovery ability was.
Naturally, this couldn't be disclosed to outsiders. Mo Lian said to Dou Fenghua, "Thank you."
"His Highness is too polite. I didn't contribute much." Dou Fenghua cupped her hands and stepped back. "Even though the Crown Prince Consort has taken effective pills, she is still weak. His Highness the Crown Prince should take her back as soon as possible for recuperation."
Mo Lian nodded. As he left the room, he sent a voice message to Duan Yue: "The two Qin Family members don't seem right. Stay behind."
Duan Yue, who had already reached the door, suddenly halted. He shot a glance at the two Qin Estate members who were trying to maintain their composure and slightly furrowed his brow.
Mo Lian was highly perceptive. Even in the midst of chaos, he believed Mo Lian was entirely focused on Qiaoqiao. Little did he know that Mo Lian could sense the subtle expressions of everyone in the room.
This kind of insight was astonis.h.i.+ng, and it left Duan Yue feeling a mix of admiration and frustration. He leisurely took a seat at the dining table and smiled at Eldest Young Sir Qin. "Eldest Young Sir Qin, Second Qin, your expressions suggest you recognize the individual on the ground. Could you kindly inform us of their ident.i.ty?"
This question drew everyone's attention to the Qin Estate's Young Sirs.
Fifth Young Sir Qin appeared perplexed. He also glanced at his older brother and second brother. He then sneered and retorted, "His Highness Dong, can you refrain from speaking nonsense? This person's face has been beaten to the point where it's unrecognizable. Who could identify him now?"
"Is that so?" Duan Yue signaled with his eyes, and a young man in black swiftly stepped forward from the crowd. He squatted beside the corpse and began searching through it.
"What do you think you're doing?" Eldest Qin's eyelids twitched.
Soon, the young man in black dragged the corpse over to Duan Yue and pointed at the totem mark on the corpse's shoulder. "Your Highness, this appears to be the mark of a specific family clan's death warrior."
Duan Yue had suspected as much; after all, a sacrificial soldier wouldn't carry anything that bore the characteristics of a family clan.
Wearing a sardonic smile, Duan Yue turned his gaze to the silent Second Young Sir Qin. "Second Young Sir, could this perhaps be one of your family's death warriors?"
"Why are you making baseless accusations?" Qin Xin lifted his head suddenly, his eyes coldly locked on Duan Yue.
Duan Yue maintained his smile and met his gaze without uttering a word. "It seems this may indeed be a death warrior sent by your Qin Family. Care to explain why?"
Second Young Sir Qin fell into a contemplative silence.
He was genuinely curious about why this had occurred, but he also had a nagging premonition…
It might have something to do with an incident where he had been wounded earlier, and Qiaoqiao had deployed an avatar on Sikong Planet in his defense.
At the time, his father had been infuriated and had even contemplated descending on Sikong Planet to exact revenge against the young lady.
Since his father recognized her at the palace banquet, it was plausible…
On the defensive, Qin Jiu retorted, "Who are you to claim that these are our Qin Family's sacrificial soldiers?"