"Come out, Princely Heir sees you, you can't hide anymore!"
Hearing Song Qiyun's familiar voice, Qi Yue's pupils shrank involuntarily.
He had actually chased after her!
Such audacity!
He wasn't even afraid of her secret weapon anymore!
Her heart stirred, and immediately she had two Small Fragrant Melons in her palm, ready to throw, but then she heard Song Qingshan's voice.
"Miss Qi, Miss Qi, are you alright?"
Qi Yue's brows furrowed, why had he come as well?
In the end, she did not throw the Small Fragrant Melons.
She had no grudge with Song Qingshan, and to kill Song Qiyun by blowing up an innocent person—wouldn't that be too cruel?
As she pondered this, another flurry of arrows arrived swiftly, all sticking into the tree beside her.
"Song Qiyun, stop it, you might hurt Miss Qi!"
"The Princely Heir wants her dead!"
"I won't allow it, the Emperor appointed me as Military Supervisor, how Miss Qi is to be dealt with should be up to me!"
