章 200: THE GOLDEN (AND ROTTEN) FAMILIES

"HAVE y'all gone senile?" Neoma asked the old geezers around her with a smirk. She raised a brow when she noticed that the "gentlemen" looked offended by her words. "Oh, did I hit a nerve? Do the words of the young Crown Prince who disgusts you because of her mother's blood hurt your fragile egos?"

The response that she received came in the form of extreme killing intent directed at her.

All of a sudden, she felt like a small (and very cute) animal trapped in a box guarded by big (and very ugly) animals.

After all, the white-haired old man with the cane was standing in front of her. The gray-haired old man was behind her. Then, the 'youngest' that looked like some seaweed because of his curly moss green hair was on her right side. And finally, the fuckface with specs who insulted her mother was on her left side.

They have the balls to threaten the Crown Prince with their bloodlust, huh?