Mi Yao stood in front of Ruo Ling, her playful eyes twinkled as she retorted with equal vigor, "If a woman has men around before she's married, she's called wanton. Congratulations, Prince Sang, the concubines in your palace must be the 'Wanton Women Group'!"
"You!"
Prince Sang felt a surge of rage so intense that he almost spewed blood. This Mi Yao was sharp-tongued indeed. Yes, those women were all his concubines, none of them married. If not a group, then what were they?
"You've gone too far. Today, I will make sure you come but never return!" Prince Sang was the first to charge forward.
The two groups quickly engaged in battle. Here on Dayu's turf, Prince Sang's forces had a strategic advantage, but both Huangfu Yueming and Young Master Fanno had brought their elite troops. Not to mention, they themselves were each worth a thousand in combat. Thus, Prince Sang quickly faced a counter-assault and was forced to retreat repeatedly.
