Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability-Chapter 1673 - No One Can Save You

Chapter 1673: Chapter 1673 No One Can Save You

“Sister Zi Mo, is what you’re saying true? That man lying there, half-dead, is King Yan? The King Yan of the Xiang Dynasty?” Gu Qingyu, having overheard their conversation, blurted out.

“Shut your mouth!”

Xuanyuan Zimo’s face darkened, and she almost couldn’t resist slapping her across the ear.

“Gu Qingyu, are you ill or something, scared that others don’t know that we’re aware of their identities? Or are you afraid of living too long, of life being too tough?”

Still whispering, she angrily questioned.

What gibberish is this? Is she actually trying to curse someone to remain half-dead? She has never seen someone so foolish!

“What did I do to you? Wasn’t it you who said that person is… Ah!”

Before Gu Qingyu could finish her sentence, she was slapped across the face by Brother Zheen, causing her to cry out in pain. She stood stung, covering her face, looking at Brother Zheen in disbelief.

“Brother Zheen, you hit me?”

A few curses before might have been tolerable, mere nicks and scratches, but now, he had actually dared to hit her?!

“Gu Qingyu, I have long told you, if you seek death, don’t drag us down with you!” Brother Zheen glared at her fiercely, his voice filled with menace.

“I…”

Gu Qingyu opened her mouth and looked around at the other senior brothers, seeing that they too were giving her disapproving stares.

“What’s wrong with me? It’s not like I said anything?”

Still oblivious to her fault, she actually thought what she had said was perfectly normal.

“You say you haven’t said anything, yet you’ve already declared someone half-dead; if you had actually said something, would that person not be cursed to death by you?” another senior brother said coldly, clearly irritated.

For someone so lacking in self-awareness, they didn’t want to say anything more.

If there were a kind of poison in this world that could temporarily seal a person’s lips, and he happened to be carrying it, he would undoubtedly administer it to Gu Qingyu without hesitation.

That way, they would be spared from the offense she might cause with just a casual remark.

Fortunately, those concerned had not paid attention to them, focusing only on caring for their young master; otherwise, they would have come over with knives upon hearing Gu Qingyu’s words.

“I… but I didn’t say anything wrong! He really is… Ah!” Before she could finish, Gu Qingyu was struck by another slap from Brother Zheen, and this time, it was even.

Clutching her teeth, she looked up at Brother Zheen with hatred. Had she said something wrong? After all, Xiang Qiyan was lying there half-dead. Healthy people aren’t carried over in such a state, nor are they unconscious—it wasn’t like he was sleeping.

“Continue your rambling, and no one can save you, Gu Qingyu. You’re not a three or four-year-old child anymore. If you cause any more trouble, we will deal with you ourselves, and then we’ll have to apologize to the Great Elder when we return to the Sect,” Brother Zheen stated bluntly.

“You—”

Gu Qingyu was startled.

She instinctively knew that Brother Zheen wasn’t just scaring her. He meant what he said.

It was merely a half-dead prince, what was so great about that? Could it be so important as to make Brother Zheen so wary? Only if they could save him would it be a feat. If he continued like this, why should she fear for them?

“Hmph, I’ll stop talking.”

She covered her face and, with a huff, went to sit by a nearby fire.

Perhaps it was because the cliff of Jade Cloud Mountain was Ice Sealed, but she always felt somewhat cold. Only by being nearer to the fire did she feel warmer.

It was only because Xiang Qiyan’s identity seemed a bit more noble that she had felt a trace of interest; otherwise, why would she care whether he lived or died?