Princess Consort Pu stood up and walked over to them, looking down at them with disdain: "You poor wretches, instead of staying quietly in your mountain holes, you run to the Capital to join in the excitement. You're quite bold, daring to upset my daughter."
"The Princess Consort is wise. We came to the Capital solely for Xuexue." Mo Xiaoqiang didn't know what Princess Consort Pu meant, but he just kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"You lowlife, did I ask you? What hero are you pretending to be by interrupting?" Princess Consort Pu was here to make an example out of them, and certainly wasn't going to be merciful when dealing with Xuexue's adoptive parents. She lifted her foot and kicked Mo Xiaoqiang fiercely.
"Ah...!"
Mo Xiaoqiang let out a scream, tumbling to the ground.
This kick from Princess Consort Pu was full of force, and moreover, she aimed at a particularly malicious spot—right below Mo Xiaoqiang's groin, intent on crippling him.
