Chapter 787: Chapter 787: There’s Bound to Be a Beating Chapter 787: Chapter 787: There’s Bound to Be a Beating At the critical moment, all the palace maids collapsed to the ground, clutching their feet, wailing in pain.

“Ouch, it hurts to death.”

The maids fell scattered across the ground, all in the same pose, embracing their feet and incessantly crying out in pain.

Everyone present was utterly baffled.

Especially Noble Consort Wang.

Within the Imperial Palace, her status was extremely exalted; ordinary people dared not provoke her, naturally, except for her archenemy, the Empress.

“Noble Consort Wang, you’ve got quite the nerve to set up a judgment hall within the Imperial Garden and slap the Eldest Legitimate Daughter of a Minister from the imperial court.” As a chilly voice sounded, a tall man emerged from the bushes.

Noble Consort Wang took a careful look and, seeing that cold mask, her complexion drastically changed.

It was the War Prince.

No wonder he was able to silently take down her palace maids; Noble Consort Wang glanced fearfully at the few melon seed shells on the ground.

The War Prince’s martial arts were unfathomably profound.

In Moli Country, his reputation was renowned. Before, they were all just rumors, but today Noble Consort Wang witnessed him reveal such skill, and she couldn’t help but shudder.

A few melon seed shells had caused such pain; the depth of War Prince’s martial power was imaginable.

Just now, during the birthday feast, the War Prince hadn’t been seen.

Now, he had appeared in the Imperial Garden like a specter.

After a moment of shock, Noble Consort Wang quickly reacted, “So it is War Prince, this Consort pays respect.”

The War Prince was a legendary figure within the imperial court.

Since he appeared in the military ten years ago, he had always been invincible and unstoppable. Any battle he led had never been lost.

After so many years of tempering, he had become the formidable War Prince that everyone feared.

As he grew older, his fame became even more illustrious; in recent years, his influence had gradually started to overshadow that of The Emperor.

“Noble Consort Wang, do you know who she is?” those eyes beneath the mask stared coldly at Noble Consort Wang.

“She is the Eldest Legitimate Daughter of General Situ.”

“So you did know! It seems you intended to make things difficult for Miss Situ, didn’t you?”

“Prince, don’t speak like that. It’s Miss Situ who didn’t understand the rules. She picked the flowers in the Imperial Garden; that’s why this Consort punished her.”

Long Rui glanced at the flowers scattered around the courtyard, plucked a large handful beside him, crushed them, then sprinkled them bit by bit onto the ground, sneering, “What’s so precious about these flowers? Are they more esteemed than the identity of General Situ’s Eldest Legitimate Daughter? Noble Consort Wang, would you lash out at someone over a few withered blooms?”

“This…”

Noble Consort Wang’s face turned visibly uglier, thinking to herself, she must have run into bad luck today. Why was the normally cold and detached Despicable Prince meddling in others’ affairs?

“Since War Prince intercedes, let this matter be forgotten,” Noble Consort Wang reluctantly said, leading the several beaten and defeated maids out of the Imperial Garden.

Xuexue let out a silent sigh of relief.

Today, thankfully, War Prince was here; otherwise, she would surely have suffered a harsh beating.

“This servant lady thanks War Prince for saving my life.”

“Why did you leave the birthday celebration of the Empress Dowager to come out here?” Long Rui’s voice carried a reprimand. If he hadn’t appeared in time, Xuexue would surely have been beaten.

Xuexue: “The atmosphere inside the banquet was too oppressive, so I came out to catch my breath.”

“I think it’s not so much catching your breath as seeking death,” remarked the Prince. This foolish girl, unaware of how dangerous the Imperial Palace was, was wandering around with her maid, courting death.