As soon as Quan Zhiyang's mother intervened, Quan Lingshu's first thought wasn't anger—it was damage control.
He had to minimize the impact of this disaster as much as possible.
A strained laugh left his lips as he rose from his seat.
"Haha… They say a mother's love transcends all reason. She must have been too anxious about her son's safety. Rest assured, I will punish her severely for this."
His tone was calm, almost courteous, but every word was chosen carefully—to defuse the tension, to salvage face.
However, Princess Sun Yaoqing and Bai Zihan didn't even look at him.
Princess Sun's eyes were wide with disbelief.
To stop an attack from someone three major realms above—that wasn't something that should have been possible.
And for it to be done by a slave who had never even studied a proper technique?
(Could he be a genius?)
She wondered.
Bai Zihan, meanwhile, looked unimpressed.
