A stone collided with Ba Shu's left cheek, prompting him to jump with a yelp. Instantly, it shattered the whimsical thoughts swirling in his mind.
"Who threw a rock at me?" Ba Shu turned around and saw the petite, stoic figure leaning against Crown Prince Mo's shoulder. She held a handful of large umbrellas and gripped two sizable rocks in her hands, casting a nonchalant gaze in his direction.
He didn't dare to provoke this woman easily.
After all, Crown Prince Mo had endured her wrath more than once, not to mention himself.
Moreover, the Chen Prince was present, so he refrained from stirring up trouble.
Attacking this woman would likely result in a beating until his teeth were scattered on the ground. He wasn't that foolish.
Ba Shu begrudgingly covered the mud marks on his face, left by the quilt, and mumbled a few forced laughs. "Heh, just a playful jest. It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
