"What exactly do you want?!" Qiao Xiaomai raised a hand to rub her arm, her face showing even more vigilance.
Prince Qingye looked around upon hearing this, inspecting Qiao Xiaomai's tent. "I think this place is too shabby to be worthy of you, Miss. How about I arrange for a better residence?"
"No thank you! Get out!"
"This is my territory. Is it really appropriate for you to have such a hostile attitude?" Qingye's face suddenly turned cold and fierce.
"Bei Yun! Bei Yun!" Qiao Xiaomai immediately shouted for her neighbor, Bei Yun. "Qingye is threatening me! Bei Yun, help!"
"Hahaha!" Qingye burst into laughter upon seeing her panic. He turned to leave, but as he glanced back, his gaze met Bei Yun's ancient, monstrous face.
Qingye's expression instantly turned pale, and he quickly retreated a few steps.
Bei Yun smiled faintly, "Prince Qingye, visiting here in the dead of night—what's the matter?"
