Ji Yue threw the maid in her hand to the ground, and then said calmly: "Young princess, is this yours?"
The young princess frowned, "Mr. Ji, what do you mean?"
"The meaning is very clear."
Qingge took over the conversation, walked to the maid's side, grabbed her hand, and spread it out for everyone to see, "This thick layer of callus will form naturally if you use Xiujian too much."
The young princess glared at the maid fiercely. Since she had ignored the details, she would not admit it even if she was beaten to death. "It's just calluses. None of the maids around me are weak people.
He can wield a knife and a gun, and it is normal to have a few layers of calluses on his hands."
"Yeah?"
Qingge raised the corners of her lips and held the maid's hand firmly. The maid struggled desperately. Qingge glanced at her, and the maid's body stiffened and she was filled with fear.
Qingge rolled up the maid's sleeves, pointed to a gap, and said: "The inner layer of the girl's clothes is made of West Sea Cloud Satin, which is also a rare purple. It can be seen that the girl is a popular person in front of the young princess."
"Ye Qingge, what exactly do you want to say?" The young princess glared angrily.
Qing Ge smiled, still holding the maid's hand with one hand, and raised the other hand. The sleeve arrows hidden in the platinum wall seemed to be sucked back by a powerful and inexplicable force, and quickly passed through the hall, being steadily held by Qing Ge.
Hold it in your hand.
Qingge picked up the place where the arrow tail was and said: "Here, there is a piece of purple cloth hanging, which is the rare West Sea Floating Cloud Satin."
There is indeed purple material hanging at the tail of the arrow, but it's just not obvious enough.
"Full of nonsense."
The young princess' tone was a little panicked, "You don't think you can get rid of the suspicion this way, do you? Who knows if you deliberately framed the Fuyun Satin."
Even though he said this, the discerning spectators understood that from beginning to end, it was a scene in which the young princess directed and performed the thief's cry to catch the thief.
Qingge stood up, casually threw the arrow from his sleeve, and inserted it into the floor. The man in green robe behind Jin Chanzi looked at the damaged floor, his body ached for a while, and he was calculating how much money he would need to repair it.
Qingge folded her hands on her chest and sneered, "Your Highness, the princess, can't make a slanted weapon, so she just wants to drag me into the water to cover up others' eyes and not be embarrassed. It's a good plan. I've already given you the explanation you want. If the princess is still stubborn, I will
I don’t mind confirming the assassination.” At the end of the sentence, murderous intent flashed through, and everyone in the hall fell silent.
"Ye Qingge!" Mentioning the failure of the weapon refining, the young princess's face turned pale and her voice became a bit shrill, "Don't bully others too much."
"It's just a fact, why should the young princess be angry?" Qing Ge sneered.
The young princess was filled with hatred, and the looks of everyone around her made her realize that the Xiujian incident had nothing to do with Ye Qingge.
It did not achieve the expected effect, and even made herself more embarrassed and even injured. The young princess's eyes were slightly bloodshot.
The seeds of hatred have already taken root in her heart and grown into a strong tree, with sharp branches piercing her flesh and blood.
Seeing that the young princess's face was distorted, the maidservant walked up to the princess, pinched the corner of her clothes, and said to her ear: "Princess, Ye Qingge knows how to refine weapons. Why don't you crush her in the skill of weapon refining and let her have the ability to refine weapons?"
No return?"
"Ye Qingge, you are also a weapon refiner. Why don't you compete with me tomorrow at noon to test the weapons? Whoever loses will have his arm cut off." Hearing the words of the maid, the ferocity in the young princess's eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a wave of
Don't let go of pride.
When it comes to refining weapons, she is a proud daughter of heaven.
Qingge wanted to leave, but when he heard these words, he stopped and looked back. He saw a pair of cold eyes, with cold light everywhere, as if they were intertwined with the lights of swords and shadows, and a long river of blood. It made people's hair stand on end, and they dared not look at them.
On the Four-Star Continent, there are some unwritten rules. If someone challenges you in public, you cannot refuse. Of course, if you think you are not strong enough to fight, you can refuse.
If the young princess only challenges the weapon refining, Qingge will definitely refuse. It's not that she doesn't have the confidence to defeat the young princess, but she just doesn't want others to disturb her time with Ji Yue, and she doesn't care about her reputation.
However, the young princess increased the bet, an arm.
For a weapon refiner, eyes and hands are organs equivalent to life. If the hands are gone, the career of a weapon refiner will come to an end.
In other words, the young princess thought she could win, so she placed the bet. She wanted to sing softly, and it would be worse than life or death.
Qingge's eyes glowed dimly, and there was a dead silence in the hall, with only a strange atmosphere slowly flowing.
After a long while, Qingge chuckled and said: "Since you want to play, young princess, I will accompany you to the end. However, it doesn't matter if you break one arm. Let's just add another one. The loser, gouge out your eyes."
There was the sound of cold air sucking in all around.
The young princess is ruthless, Ye Qingge is even more ruthless.
When the young princess saw that Qingge didn't have any panic in her expression, she couldn't help but wonder, is Ye Qingge really not afraid of death? Or does she have strength?
However, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. The matter was a foregone conclusion and there was no reason for her to regret it. Besides, she might not be able to defeat Ye Qingge in other aspects, but weapon refining was her specialty.
Without giving the young princess a chance to speak, Qingge turned around, faced Jin Chanzi, and raised her hands, "Master Jin Chan, can you preside over the competition at noon tomorrow?"
Jin Chanzi raised her gray eyebrows, looking like a profiteer, and said: "Of course I can host it, but the price is-"
"The price is easy to say." Qingge glanced at the young princess, "Your Highness, the Western Sea Region is a rich land, and there is no shortage of money, right?"
The young princess glanced at Qingge coldly, raised her chin slightly, "That's natural."
Regarding the weapon refining tomorrow, she is 80% sure that she can win. Therefore, she believes that victory is hers. In this competition, if Jin Chanzi, who has a four-star reputation, can preside over it, even if she cannot become Jin Chanzi's
My dear disciple, in the future she will join the Weapon Refining Guild. With this and her strength, she will have a place. As time goes by, she will always be able to enter Jin Chanzi's sect.
Furthermore, Qing Ge is a celebrity in the Four Star Continent, with an iron fist, resolute actions, and cruelty. If she can win over Ye Qing Ge, her name will definitely be resounding throughout the Four Stars overnight.
It has to be said that the young princess is very good at calculating, but she has forgotten that this is a gamble with no way out.
If she wins, her young princess will indeed be famous all over the world, but if she loses, the cost of an arm and a pair of eyes can completely destroy her splendid life.
However, she was blinded by victory and did not see the thorns beneath the glory.
Even the young princess looked at Ji Yue intentionally or unintentionally. The reason why she wanted to destroy Ye Qingge was because she wanted to know if Ji Yue would want Ye Qingge if she became a useless person. She subconsciously believed that men are greedy.
And selfishly, Ye Qingge had such a perfect man beside her, and she wanted to pick a thorn in him.
Unfortunately, the young princess didn't know that Qingge had already become a useless person once in the Demon Realm, but Ji Yue still never left her.
"I wonder how much Master Jin Chan's hosting price is?" the young princess asked.
She was the one who initiated the competition, so she naturally paid for the master to host it.
"Not too much, not too much. I've always been frugal, and we're all little girls. I'm very compassionate and won't open my mouth like a lion, but it's just five million spiritual energy pills." Jin Chanzi pretended to stroke his beard and said with a smile.