"Princess..." Qing Ming hesitated to speak.
However, Feng Yexuan merely watched with cold indifference.
His gaze swept past Han Zhan, the color of his eyes growing even colder.
Han Zhan's brows furrowed in displeasure and he said, "It was my carelessness that caused the injury, it's unrelated to Miss Xiaoqi!"
"Why not clarify the situation?"
Chu Qianli seemed to misunderstand the good intentions of others, always with that trace of a sarcastic smile on her lips.
"You struck me with a palm, I stabbed you with a knife, quite fair, isn't it? Why not say so?"
"He hit you?" The Prince's eyes darkened instantly.
With a flick of his sleeve, the cold palm wind charged straight toward Han Zhan.
Han Zhan was completely unprepared!
After all, who would have thought that the noble and aloof Prince Yexuan would act the moment he said he would—no room for discussion!
"Prince!"
"Han Zhan!"
"Be careful!"
Cries of alarm arose one after another.