Ming Mei lazily said, "I came with full sincerity, but you show none. You said you wanted a good fight, but you're not that professional."
Zhao's lips twitched a bit as she listened.
Ming Mei glanced at her, "Go ahead and laugh if you want."
She casually commented, "The princess was too enthusiastic, even having an injury she got out of bed to see us off. She must've tripped, right? How can she be on the ground with her injuries not yet recovered? Zhao, observe some manners, will you? Go lift the princess onto the bed."
Zhao tried to stifle her laughter and nodded, "Alright..."
Ming Mei stepped back, and Zhao easily picked Beitang Chuxin up as if she were a cotton ball, effortless.
Ming Mei's eyes widened. Woah... what a Hercules!
She had underestimated Zhao before. With such strength, she could not only fight against two men but could wipe out a whole crowd.
Zhao walked up to Ming Mei, "Young Madam, why don't we leave and let the princess rest?
