Qiao Mu regarded her with disdain. "Stop your yelling. Shouting won't help you in the least."
The young lady kept her sword against her chest. "That Mr. Zhao of yours is probably dead by now."
"Now it's your turn." Qiao Mu noticed Madam Guo'an's concealed hand and knew she was up to something.
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao simply gazed at the woman before her, her expression devoid of words.
Duanmu Qing emerged through the hole and called out to her, "Qiaoqiao, is there any trouble?"
As he finished speaking, Madam Guo'an, lying askew on the ground, suddenly straightened up and bellowed, "You little wretch, I'll make you taste my power…"
A glimmer of malevolence flickered in her eyes. Madam Guo'an extended her hand and tossed a cloud of perfumed powder.
Duanmu Qing immediately rushed forward. He had originally thought that the young lady would suffer a severe setback if caught off guard.
However, what he didn't antic.i.p.ate—
The young lady had been prepared. In the midst of the chaos, she calmly retrieved a black frying pan from her inner world and smacked it across Madam Guo'an's face.
With a resounding bang, Madam Guo'an let out a miserable cry and tumbled backward, her head impacting the deck with a thud.
The frying pan deflected most of the perfumed powder, leaving only a small amount lingering before Qiao Mu.
Nonetheless, Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao was extremely cautious of this woman. She had surrept.i.tiously erected multiple layers of defenses around herself, rendering Madam Guo'an's powder powerless to penetrate her protection, ultimately dissipating into the atmosphere.
At that moment, Duanmu Qing had reached Qiao Mu and anxiously pulled at her arm. "Qiaoqiao, are you okay?"
"What could happen to me?" Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao responded with a blank expression. She used the frying pan to pat Madam Guo'an's face once more. "This woman is the one in trouble."
Duanmu Qing regarded the young lady in front of him with speechlessness. He cleared his throat and nodded.
Apparently, this Consort appeared somewhat comical and pitiable. Compared to her, he must have gained nothing from Qiaoqiao.
Madam Guo'an suddenly burst into tears. "Crown Prince Consort, Crown Prince Consort, you can't kill me! Crown Prince Consort, I'm the Crown Prince's aunt! If you kill me, how can you face the Empress?"
"Crown Prince Consort, I-I know I'm wrong, why don't you spare me this time?" Madam Guo'an sobbed, her nose and tears flowing in a rather comical scene.
Qiao Mu's icy gaze pa.s.sed over her, and seeing this person cry like that, she involuntarily furrowed her brows.
This was an unfamiliar scenario to her.
If Guo'an had stood her ground and defied her, she would have simply eliminated her.
But now, she was on her knees, pleading for mercy, and weeping. It was a bit distressing to witness.
The young lady clenched her lips and forcefully adjusted the sleeve of Madam Guo'an, then turned and walked nonchalantly toward the deck.
You shameless woman. You're already so old, yet you're shedding tears like a child.
In the future, when she encountered Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao, she would swiftly change her path and refrain from uttering nonsense.
Upon reaching the deck, Qiao Mu spotted the ma.s.sive water snake, creating a tsunami-like three-meter-high wave as it bore down on her.
Without any panic, she observed the approaching waves and calmly raised her pet.i.te hand, sketching a protective talisman array around her.