The matriarch was carried back to her courtyard by the servants.
Lu Xingzhou cast a deep glance at Tan'er, who was standing beside Meng Qianqian.
Tan'er gazed skyward, completely ignoring him.
He addressed Meng Qianqian, "Since she belongs to you, keep her in line. Find someone to teach her the proper manners of this household as soon as possible."
Meng Qianqian bowed slightly, "I understand, Father. Safe journeys."
Lu Xingzhou glanced once more at the dozen men sprawled on the ground, swept his wide sleeves, and coldly walked away.
Tan'er asked Meng Qianqian, "Doesn't he feel super humiliated?"
Meng Qianqian asked, "Were you hurt?"
Tan'er clapped her hands, "Of course not! Those useless cowards, how could they manage to hurt me?"
Meng Qianqian chuckled lightly, then turned her attention to the dozen furious yet silent guards and eunuchs sprawled on the ground, and said indifferently, "Why aren't you leaving?"
"Leaving, leaving! We're leaving right now!"
