âMake her compensate for a Spirit Flower, I think that she should be flogged a hundred times. It would serve as a warning against following her bad example!â
As sheâs saying this, the maid looks at Muyan maliciously, a smile of ridicule filling her eyes.
She dares to be certain that this mysterious Lord must have a favorable impression towards her lady.
Otherwise, how can you explain the fact that he wants to give such a precious Spirit Flower to Miss?
Even if this fox-faced gardener wants to seduce him again, what about it?
Wait until Miss moves her hand, it would be easy to deal with something like her.
Muyan looks up towards Di Ming Jue, smiling like a flower, âKilling the âintentionâ that is Jun Shangâs present to his lover, Muyan has really sinned and should die ten thousand times!â
As sheâs saying that, she suddenly operates the Mysterious Energy on her hands, breaking away from Di Ming Jueâs confines within a blink of an eye.
Just as her hands have broken free, who wouldâve thought that her waist would get captured.
The pair closes the distance between them instead.
Muyan is about to blow her top off from anger.
Itâs as if Di Ming Jue is looking at a childâs mischief, his cold voice even contains a helpless coddling tone, âDonât make trouble. Or do you want to get even closer Ben Jun?â
Muyan: â...!!!â Iâd rather want to neuter this scoundrel!
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The maid is shocked and hatefully jealous of how Muyan is sticking even closer to Di Ming Jue. The light in her eyes changes from complacency to bitter resentment.
However, she hears Han Ye continue to laugh and ask: âThe Dark Clouds Spirit Flower is a rare plant, it is hard to search for it in this world. Finding another flower is practically impossible, this requirement seems to be somewhat of a Herculean task.â
Hearing Han Yeâs words, the maidâs eyes immediately brighten.
As it turns out, this fox-face hasnât completely captured the Lordâs heart.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
She ruined Missâ Spirit Flower, so she must pay.
The maid sets her mind to it, âAnd precisely because the Dark Clouds Spirit Flower is hard to find, itâs even more important that she pay for it.â
âI remember my lady saying that if this Spirit Flower appears on the market, it would be worth... at least ten million gold coins. If she canât come up with a Dark Clouds Spirit Flower, let her compensate for its price in gold. And she absolutely couldnât escape from that hundred lashes either.â
Han Ye blinks, âTen million gold coins ah, this isnât a small amount, is it? Iâm afraid that an ordinary person wouldnât be able to earn it all in their lifetime.â
âThis is her punishment for courting disaster!â the maidâs eyes are shining as she stares at Muyan, her gaze is brimming with malice, âIf she really cannot pay with money, I think it would be right to sell her to Ghost Cityâs Wan Ren Ku. With her good looks, she would definitely be able to fetch a good price. Then when she works like a horse for several decades in the Ghost City, there would come a day where she would be able to make up for ten million gold coins.â
As soon as these words are said, a change comes over the faces of everyone present.
Even Han Yeâs eyes somewhat darken.
Not to mention Di Ming Jue.
Thereâs already a thick, dark-red killing intent that is welling up within his eyes.
Ying Mei is under the impression that Di Ming Jue really wants to punish Muyan because of the Spirit Flower.
Bending a knee, she kneels down in a flash, âJun Shang, the Dark Clouds Spirit Flower was killed by this subordinate. If itâs compensation, please let this subordinate pay for it, by no means could Miss Jun be wrongly accused.â
Muyan frowns, wanting to step forward and help her up.
But Di Ming Jue has already taken the initiative to release her, slowly making his way until he arrives before the Spirit Flower that had withered.
âIf you damage something, it would only be fair to receive punishment, as well as provide compensation according to its value.â
The manâs voice is bone-piercingly cold, making everyone at the scene shiver uncontrollably.
However, the meaning in those words is making the maid violently happy.
Even forgetting to be scared of that ruthless killing intent in the atmosphere.
Sheâs proud of herself as she looks at Muyan, anticipating the other womanâs miserable end.
âHow can you prove that she is the one who killed this flower?â
The manâs ice-cold voice rings once more.