Cheng Caiyun's eyes were quick, and she grabbed Can Hu tightly, shouting angrily, "With me here, it's not your turn to die just yet."
Can Hu looked at his master, bewildered, his eyes full of emotion.
He never imagined that at such a critical moment, his master would still protect him like this.
At that moment, he secretly vowed in his heart that he would go through fire and water for his master in the future, never refusing to die a thousand deaths.
The Marchioness of Marquis Fu laughed out loud in anger, "Very well, Cheng Caiyun, you really are something!"
At this moment, Cheng Caiyun had calmed down, and her domineering and arrogant spirit reignited fiercely.
Moreover, she harbored no fear towards the Marchioness of Marquis Fu, and immediately said coldly to Xu Jingwan, "Princess Consort, today is the auspicious day for Prince Lan, so it is not appropriate to spill blood.
We have disturbed you much today; we will definitely visit to apologize another day. Can Hu, let's go!"
