My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 2802 The Defeated Holy Son

Chapter 2802 The Defeated Holy Son

"Two hundred thousand for a single day's rent? If you don't want to stay, then just leave!" Qiao Mu exclaimed, cutting her sentence short as she grabbed Mo Lian's hand and turned to depart.
/What in the world?/
/Just a moment ago, you were talking about a completely different price!"/
/And just like that, it doubled in the blink of an eye!/
Holy Son Miyan took a deep breath and demanded coldly, "Pay up!"
The priest's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Starting with five days!"
"Pay up!!" Holy Son Miyan practically spat out the words through clenched teeth. The fury brewing inside him felt as colossal as a mountain ready to overturn oceans.
/How unfortunate!/
/To be driven to such anger by that little stoic…/
The priest quiveringly retrieved a spirit currency card and timidly handed it to the little stoic.
Qiao Mu snatched it calmly and promptly threw it at Dean Yun's stoic face. She declared boldly, "Prepare ten brand-new sets of academy uniforms!"
"And if there's even a single flaw, you can forget about keeping the money!"
"If I find even the tiniest imperfection in a hundred-thousand-spirit-currency outfit, you'll regret it!" she added with a menacing tone.
Dean Yun shivered, contemplating a retreat to his brother's comforting embrace.
"Dear Brother, how is this finding a student? It's more like someone's handed me an ancient ancestor!"
Mo Lian curved his lips in amusement, and the quilted little lady turned around to leave with him.
"We'll still gather here tomorrow at 7 o'clock in the morning. At that time, we'll divide you new students into subject groups," Dean Yun reiterated hastily.
As he watched the two individuals walk away without a backward glance, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"It appears the academy is going to become quite lively in the future."
Qi Xuanxuan edged closer to Qiao Mu and discreetly surveyed the people from the shrine trailing behind their group. She whispered to Dao Seeking in a low voice, "Qiaoqiao, if you know these individuals have ulterior motives, why are you accepting them?"
"Are you worried they'll cause trouble?" The little stoic's tone remained resolute.
This Holy Son possessed significantly greater cultivation power than the previous Holy Daughter.
She had almost suffered at his hands just moments ago, and it was only thanks to Feng Chen's timely intervention that she hadn't ended up vomiting blood.
"Can one million spirit currency really smooth things over?"
"Don't joke around."
"They'll regret this in the future."
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao winked at Qi Xuanxuan with her bright eyes. The two young ladies, holding hands, moved to the front and exchanged whispered words.
Upon hearing Qiaoqiao's explanation, Qi Xuanxuan couldn't help but burst into laughter.
That night, when Holy Son Miyan entered his empty chamber, he was seething with anger, his hair almost standing on end.
He had known she was petty, but he hadn't expected her to be this miserly.
/She had actually provided him with a room completely devoid of furnishings!/
/Need a bed?/
/Alright, that'll be a hundred thousand spirit currency!/
/Want a stool?/
/Fifty thousand!/
/Want a teacup??/
/Twenty thousand each!/
The Holy Son Miyan had never felt this exasperated as he withdrew items one by one from his inner world.
Fortunately, he had a stockpile of daily necessities within his inner world, enough to last several nights.
"Holy Son, why must we accompany them and stay here?" The cotton-padded mattress placed in the corner for the Holy Son couldn't endure the frustration of his two guards any longer, prompting one of them to voice his discontent.
"We must keep a close eye on them," Holy Son Miyan retorted coldly. "That Crown Prince is no pushover, and judging by the current situation, that little witch is equally formidable."