My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

ly face.”

The City Lord Madam tugged her daughter’s small hand gently, gesturing for her not to speak.

Qiao Mu looked on coolly as a bystander at the edge of the crowd.
The disturbance just now had caused the area to be even more crowded, so she temporarily stood under the eaves of a house nearby.

At this time, she swept her gaze over and saw that around a dozen people were escorting the caravan, which was pulling along two wooden prisoners’ carriages.

About five to eight people were imprisoned inside each wooden cage, which amounted in total to 12 to 13 people of all ages and sizes.

A five to six-year-old girl was standing inside the wooden cage.
Her skinny and feeble hands clung tightly to a wooden post as she looked yearningly at the people outside.

The crowd was starting to become restless.

An elderly person beside Qiao Mu sighed as he shook his head to lament, “Sigh, they went to the Dark Sea to capture merfolk again.”

“It’s really pitiful.
Some of them are still children.”

Qiao Mu’s gaze landed on the elderly and young in the two carriages, and she saw each of them look at the citizens outside with hopeful eyes.

But even their city lord Wu Mantian couldn’t interfere with Noble Consort Zheng’s affairs, not to mention them as common people.

If they wanted to stick their nose in other people’s business, they first had to have the life to do so.

“Merfolk?” Qiao Mu muttered to herself.

The elderly person turned to glance at her but was shocked by the facial features of this cold little girl dressed in red.

Under the fiery-red robes, the little girl’s waist was so slender it seemed like it would break with a grasp.
Her lips were naturally vermilion, and her hands were tucked into her sleeves, holding onto a small hand warmer.
She had crescent brows and starry pupils, and her beautiful pair of pitch-black eyes were like a deep and revolving abyss that could seemingly suck people in with just a glance.