My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

Chapter 2978: Using Money to Slap the Face?

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2978 Using Money to Slap the Face?

In a matter of seconds, Qiao Mu dashed back into the restaurant, dragging along a bewildered individual, with Qin Xuan’s companion closely trailing behind, his emotions a mixture of amusement and irritation.

“Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, you can’t do this.” Eldest Young Sir Qin wearily followed, reaching out to free Fifth Young Sir Qin, whose expression had darkened from her grip.

Crown Prince Mo’s handsome countenance took on a severe look. He pulled the little lady close to his side and nonchalantly extended a leg to nudge in Fifth Young Sir Qin’s direction.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Xuan hurriedly yanked his younger brother back, deftly avoiding the kick, and glared at Crown Prince Mo. He spoke with indignation, “Your Highness, my younger brother is just an ordinary mortal. With a kick like that, will he still be able to land safely?”

Her Ladyship Qiaoqiao stepped forward, adopting a serious tone. “Are you trying to pilfer the mission credits of our Sikong Planet team?”

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Qin Xuan became even more exasperated. “No, rest assured, you’ve rightfully earned the credits, and I have no intention of meddling…”

No one was vying with you for them!

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Qiao Mu nodded and extended her dainty, fair hand with a determined expression that conveyed, “I must take my credits back.”

Had it not been for the unwavering seriousness in the young lady’s expression, the three men might have assumed she was jesting.

As it turned out, she was genuinely determined to bring the credits back to the academy!

Mo Lian’s brows twitched slightly, and he cleared his throat before speaking, “Actually, all Fifth Qin needs to do is report to the mission center when he returns. There’s no need for you to trouble yourself by carrying him back to the academy!”

Her Ladyship Qiaoqiao blinked and withdrew one of her petite hands. She gazed at the trio with a detached expression, her visage resolute and stern.

“Very well!”

If it weren’t for Fifth Brother’s displeased countenance, Eldest Young Sir Qin would have burst into laughter…

This Little One was still quite amusing.

At that moment, Qiao Mu also realized her mistake, but her stoic demeanor concealed any trace of frustration.

The following day, Ling’ge hauled a large cart loaded with spirit currency to the Winterwood Court entrance and instructed someone to transport boxes of spirit currency from the cart into the courtyard.

When Qiao Mu emerged and laid eyes on the brimming courtyard, she casually surveyed the scene before turning her gaze to Ling Ge, who was staring fixedly at the sky. “Why send so many?”

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In terms of medicinal materials, Eldest Young Sir Qin Xuan had supplied her with an ample amount the previous day. She was left with just one million spirit currency, and if she used it all, it would barely amount to two taels of silver.

However, the items cluttering her courtyard included priceless jewelry, jade artifacts, valuable calligraphy and paintings, precious ganoderma lucidum, and more. The numerous spirit currency boxes tallied up to roughly four to five million spirit currency.

Qiao Mu cast a fleeting glance at Ling’ge but refrained from saying anything. She simply accepted the one million spirit currency and then turned and departed.

“Hey, wait a moment.” Ling’ge couldn’t help but break free from his silence and call out to her. He gestured toward the other boxes on the ground and said, “These are all gifts from my Young Sir to you, maiden…”

“I’ll only take what’s fair.” Qiao Mu left this remark hanging and entered her abode, disregarding him.

Once Ling’ge returned with a dejected expression, he recounted the entire incident to Fifth Young Sir Qin, who grew infuriated to the point of pulsating veins on his forehead.

This girl was playing games with him.

Clearly, she was fond of money, but when he offered it to her, she refused!

Fifth Young Sir was seething with anger. When Ling’ge, trembling with trepidation, inquired, “Young Sir, what should we do with these?”

Fifth Young Sir sneered. “Burn them all.”

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