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Murong Ling did not want to argue with him on the streets, so she simply continued to look around, but just as she turned her head, she discovered a group of people gathered not far away, pointing at him, as if something had happened.

When she walked over, she was already surrounded by a dense crowd, Murong Ling did not squeeze in, and stood at the periphery listening to the discussion, and finally understood the whole story.

It was a common story, however. The pretty young lady who sold herself to her father had met a handsome young master. It was supposed to be a good story, but unexpectedly, there was a tigress beside him. It started to make a ruckus just like that.

When Murong Ling heard this, she lost all interest in it. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she heard a female voice shout out from inside, "Brother, this woman is mocking me, you are still protecting her."

So they were siblings.

It was unknown what that noble young master's brother had said, but there was a commotion in the crowd. An angry woman walked out from the crowd, holding a whip in her hand and unrestrainedly lashing at the people blocking her path.

Murong Ling had already turned around, but the sound of the whip whistling through the air came out. She frowned, dodged, and turned to look at the approaching person.

Her clothes carried an exotic charm as she wore a red dress that was dyed in wax. Her body was hung with silver ornaments and her delicate features were written all over her petite face. When she saw Murong Ling's appearance, a look of jealousy flashed across her eyes.

The killing intent from Murong Ling's body flashed past, before she could make a move, Li Cangmin had already grasped the whip with one hand, his handsome face revealing a ruthless look. By this time the woman with the whip had frozen, and he had effortlessly snatched it from her and whipped her with the back of his hand.

"How can you be a barbarian at the feet of the Son of Heaven?"

Murong Ling's gaze could not help but fall upon him, her figure was towering and tall with a cold and handsome face, and her entire body was emitting a noble aura and majesty that could not be ignored.

This kind of aura did not make him look like a fool.

"Insolent! Who are you? You dare to attack me?" The pain in her body caused Wu Mingzhu to recover from her handsome appearance. Seeing him protect the woman behind him, Wu Mingzhu felt both embarrassed and angry.

Her identity was already on the verge of being revealed. She was definitely the princess of the King of Yunnan who had just entered the capital.

Thinking about how arrogant King of Yunnan was when he was in the capital, Li Cangmin became even more unhappy. He threw the whip into the crowd and pulled Murong Ling away.

It was rare for him to have a chance to go shopping with a wangfei, so he didn't want to let this unruly woman ruin his mood.

Wu Mingzhu had never been humiliated like this before. Her face alternated between green and white as she saw them enter a metal shop.

Murong Ling had already wanted to forge her own whip since long ago, but she had been delayed until now. When the princess used her whip just now, it made her remember that her weapon had not yet fallen, so she wanted to enter the iron shop to try her luck.

She chose the largest iron shop in the house and saw that it was divided into many parts. There were ordinary tools and shovels, as well as a girl's room with needle and thread scissors.

Although these weapons were sold in the popular style, they were crafted in exquisite detail. Cold light flashed, and the refining process was very ingenious. It could be seen that the blacksmith of this shop was an expert. It was just that the whip was not a commonly used weapon. Murong Ling looked around and finally saw the whip that was placed in the corner.

Just as she picked it up, she was snatched away by a hand. Following that, a domineering female voice shouted out, "Shopkeeper, come out. This princess has taken a fancy to your family's whip."

Murong Ling turned her head and saw that the one who had stolen her whip was the princess of King of Yunnan. She was looking at him with a provocative look on her face, "My lady, I apologize, this princess has taken a fancy to this whip.