Yeting Palace, Ningshuang Pavilion.
Qin Fang, the aunt in charge, kicked open the door, pointed at the thin Wu Mei in the corner, and smiled ferociously at the two little maids behind her.
"Did you see it? This is the new martial artist."
"Your Majesty asked her to come here just to be a cow or a horse for us!"
She walked up to Wu Mei and almost poked the tip of Wu Mei's nose with her thick fingers.
"Tonight, you will sleep in the kennel in the courtyard!"
"Starting tomorrow, everyone's night fragrance will be yours!"
"Dare to say half a word of no..."
Qin Fang's eyes were fierce, and she slapped Wu Mei's face fiercely with a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan!
"I'll smash your charming face first!"
The expected screams did not come.
A crisp and clear slap resounded through the dead silence of the cold palace.
The one who flew out was not Wu Mei.
But Qin Fang, who is as strong as an ox!
She hit the ground hard, foaming at the mouth, twitching all over, and looking at Wu Mei with nothing but endless fear in her eyes.
Wu Mei slowly walked up to her and squatted down.
In a voice that only two people can hear, he whispers softly:
"That slap planted something in your heart."
"Now, you can give birth if I let you give birth."
"Understood? My... Dog."
Late at night, everything is silent.
A figure in white appeared on the roof of Ningshuang Pavilion like a ghost.
Under the cold moonlight, her face was peerless, but her eyes were like sharp swords, locked firmly on the seemingly weak figure in the room.
After a long time, her cold voice, with a trace of uncontrollable shock, faintly sounded:
"What you just used was demonic energy."
"But you... How dare you use it to swallow the dragon energy of the Tang Dynasty?"
"Who the hell are you?!"
