Shui Linglong returned to Xunfang Pavilion and sent Ziyun to inquire about the news. She was happily drinking the best official cup of beauty and skin care, waiting for the good news she thought was coming. Who knew what she heard-

Not only was Shui Liuli not dead, but was taken as a disciple by the Imperial Lord of the Holy Temple?!

The blood bird's nest that the maid had just presented slid off Shui Linglong's hand.

White porcelain, blood swallows, shattered on the ground, brittle and harsh.

What's even more harsh is Shui Linglong's sharp questioning.

Shui Linglong slapped her slender jade hand on the armrest of the red sandalwood chair. Her beautiful face was gloomy and twisted, and a dark and strong evil spirit appeared between her eyebrows and eyes, which made the maid Zi Yun frightened.

She lowered her head quickly, and while she was slightly scared, she felt puzzled.

Why does the princess look so terrible?

Although Miss Liuli was not born by the princess, she was at least the lady of the Luoyang Palace and the princess's concubine. She was able to become a disciple of the Holy Lord of the Holy Temple in the Great Desolation. This is a good thing for the entire Luoyang Palace and even the Tiansheng Kingdom!

Maybe the princess's identity will rise with Miss Liuli...

This is the truth that she, a maid, knows, but why is the princess not only unhappy, but also shows such a... twisted expression?

This is the first time Zi Yun has seen Shui Linglong look like this.

Because no matter in front of others, Shui Linglong always maintains a gentle and dignified demeanor. It can only be said that she disguised herself too well, and even her close maid Zi Yun deceived her.

Shui Linglong is not in the mood to care about the emotions of a maid. She tore off the false mask that had been disguised as gentle for many years, and exposed her nature without any concealment:

"——Say! Tell me the whole story without missing a word! If you dare to miss a little..."

The voice paused. Although the words were not finished, the threatening meaning was self-evident.

Zi Yun's body trembled, lowered her head, and spoke quickly to Shui Linglong with her inquiry without missing a word. Although what she said had already spread throughout the streets and alleys of Tiansheng Kingdom, everyone knew it.

Because Shui Liuli, a concubine of the Luoyang Prince's Palace, was the first person to kneel down to the master and disciple to Yuzun, she was lucky to become Yuzun's disciple. Not only that, Yuzun also promised her three conditions and successfully accepted this disciple...

When the last word Ziyun fell, Shui Linglong was so angry that he squirted out his blood: "It turns out that it turned out to be me Shui Linglong, puff--"

The mouth of blood splattered to the ground, mixing with the broken blood bird's nest, which was shocking.

"Princess!!"

Amid Zi Yun's screams, Shui Linglong's beautiful face suddenly became weak, and her breath was weak and unwilling to give in to hate, "...I made a wedding dress for others!"

Seeing that Shui Linglong actually vomited blood, Zi Yun was in a mess and couldn't hear clearly what she was saying for a while.

But only Shui Linglong herself knew how regrets and hatred she felt in her heart now, and she was completely burned!

Because it can be said that she personally gave the opportunity to become a disciple of the Imperial Lord to Shui Liuli!

Isn’t it just that I hate that I press the golden thread every year and make wedding clothes for others?

How can I figure this out?
Chapter completed!