My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 2839

2839 Swindling Opportunity
She felt the pent-up frustration in her chest reaching its breaking point.

Suddenly, a cheerful laugh erupted from behind her.

“Eldest Miss Mu, what’s troubling you?”

Mu Rouxuan swiftly turned, startled, and found herself locking eyes with Shi Yongqian.

“Why are you here?” she asked incredulously.

“Heh heh, ironically, I’ve been trailing you all along. You were so absorbed in your shock and dismay that you didn’t notice me,” Shi Yongqian chuckled.

While she was a skilled Smelting Master, her overall cultivation was not particularly high. She had no chance of securing a spot in the upcoming Luniso secret realm quota contest. She had come to the event merely for the experience and to see if there were any highly cultivated individuals in the academy she could befriend.

However, she hadn’t expected to stumble upon the seemingly stoic young lady and her entourage.

The sight of the stoic girl accompanied by Crown Prince Mo, who had once described her as possessing a unique, unadorned beauty, was undeniably attention-grabbing. It was hard to believe that Crown Prince Mo hadn’t noticed her.

Shi Yongqian had indeed observed the stoic girl’s use of the transfer matrix to depart, although her attention had been more focused than Mu Rouxuan’s.

In fact, her gaze had been fixed on Second Young Sir Qin throughout the encounter. When she noticed his unwavering attention towards the stoic girl, her fingers had dug into her palms, drawing blood.

Second Young Sir seemed utterly captivated by the young lady, despite their existing engagement. His intense fascination had ignited a surge of embarrassment and resentment within Shi Yongqian.

Her dislike for the stoic girl had escalated to a new level.

Shi Yongqian couldn’t help but feel her blood boil as she saw her betrothed looking at another woman’s smile with such profound affection, as though his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

What was there to captivate him so? He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her, not even after she softly called out to him numerous times, falling on deaf ears.

The sensation of having her fiancé right beside her yet feeling as though they were separated by insurmountable barriers weighed heavily on Shi Yongqian, filling her with a sense of despair.

It was as if there were countless ants gnawing at her heart, relentless in their torment. The pain was excruciating.

In contrast, Elder Miss Mu appeared completely unnerved by the stoic girl’s use of the transfer talisman matrix. However, Shi Yongqian remained unimpressed.

A mere transfer talisman matrix had reduced the usually domineering young woman to such a state; it was truly laughable.

From Shi Yongqian’s perspective, no matter how skilled a talisman practitioner might be, they couldn’t surpass individuals with formidable cultivation.

In her view, talisman practitioners had their limitations. When facing an opponent whose cultivation had reached the divine realm, the moment you activated a talisman, your adversary’s divine energy would have already struck. It would put you at a disadvantage.

Furthermore, talismans were consumables. How many could a talisman practitioner draw in a day?

Would a year’s supply be enough for a single battle?

To Shi Yongqian, the stoic girl who used the aura-repressing talisman, the Aura-repressing Talisman, was nothing more than a level-three minor spiritual cultivator. Even her cultivation couldn’t surpass Shi Yongqian’s.

Wasn’t it merely that the stoic girl had more external support? With Crown Prince Mo by her side, no one dared to mistreat her.

With the title of Crown Prince Consort, she commanded respect and favor from everyone.

In battles with others, she relied solely on her contracted beast.

Her contracted beast, the sand scorpion, was far mightier than the contracted beasts of ordinary spiritual cultivators. She only had this ability because of external assistance or by borrowing the reputation of others.

Could she truly exhibit her genuine strength?

Shi Yongqian pursed her lips with disdain, her gaze then shifting to Mu Rouxuan, who appeared deeply affected by recent events.