Before Chu Xiuwen could react, Mo Qi, who stood by Chu Yihan's side, appeared right in front of him. His movements were as swift as lightning, landing a powerful punch on Chu Xiuwen's face. Chu Xiuwen let out a startled cry as Mo Qi swiftly extracted one of his teeth, then promptly returned to Chu Yihan's side.
Mo Qi placed the extracted tooth on Chu Yihan's table and spoke with utmost seriousness, "Master, this is a tooth from the Third Prince."
Only when Chu Xiuwen's mouth filled with blood did he realize that Chu Yihan's men had knocked out his tooth.
He clutched his injured face and grumbled indignantly, "Ninth Imperial Uncle, you..."
"What about me? Have you gained a few extra teeth?" Chu Yihan raised an eyebrow, his imposing aura making it difficult for anyone to catch their breath.
Chu Xiuwen turned his gaze toward his father.
Chu Mingyuan's expression remained calm as if he was accustomed to Chu Yihan's audacious behavior.
