A Goddess Who Can't Be Washed Clean, The Scent of a Shura Field Is Spreading

The next morning.

Ye Qinglan opened her eyes, her gaze looking at the clear sky outside.

Her vision was unfocused, her eyes carrying an indescribable emotion.

Those ancient well-like eyes were still rippling with waves even now.

After escaping last night, there were no pursuers, and she hid in a safe house.

After a night of rest, she took three full baths, but still felt dirty all over.

She clearly hadn't been touched, not even a skin-to-skin contact.

But this feeling couldn't be washed away no matter how hard she tried.

The hateful Young Master's gaze seemed to still linger around her.

The posture from before that she wished she could forget was still fresh in her memory.

She couldn't forget it, she really couldn't forget it...

During her brief rest last night, she even dreamed of that little devil in a daze.

She had to get rid of him, otherwise, he would definitely become a heart demon!

Thinking of this, a hint of gloom appeared in the Goddess's heart.

Knock knock knock.

The door of the small courtyard was gently knocked.

Ye Qinglan restrained her thoughts and walked out with a calm expression.

Very few people knew about her residence, so the visitor must be important.

After opening the door, the Goddess saw a young man with a smile on his face.

This young man looked quite handsome, but his demeanor was a little too humble.

The person in front of her was the Ninth Prince of the royal family, and also the True Dragon chosen by Ye Qinglan!

"I received a report from my subordinates early this morning that there were traces of battle in front of the Small Residence recently."

"Goddess Ye is safe and sound, so I am relieved. Did you encounter any danger?"

The Ninth Prince's voice was full of concern.

As he spoke, he leaned forward naturally, as if to express his submissiveness.

This was nothing like a prince, but more like a licking dog seeing a Goddess.

Looking at the other party's familiar posture, Ye Qinglan couldn't help but think of another Young Master.

After involuntarily comparing them, she came to a conclusion.

Whether it was appearance, temperament, or attitude, he seemed to be far inferior to that person...

Especially the unruly look on his face when he played with her, was in stark contrast to this.

The Goddess was shocked when she thought of this.

How could I have such thoughts?

Clearly, that villain who bullied me is hateful to the extreme!

She couldn't understand her own feelings.

"Goddess Ye, are you alright? Could it be you're injured? I have Healing Pills here!"

The Ninth Prince looked at her dazed appearance and said with concern.

He felt that his timely arrival to offer warmth was truly the right move.

"It's just being discovered, no need to worry, everything is under control."

"It's not suitable for us to meet right now, the only thing you need to do is bide your time."

Ye Qinglan instantly returned to her usual state and said.

She didn't have much to say to this prince, because there was nothing for him to do at the moment.

As for exchanging pleasantries to build a relationship?

She'd rather not, to avoid him misunderstanding and thinking their relationship was closer.

"That's exactly what I should do."

The Ninth Prince nodded repeatedly, as if he had received a goal and instructions.

His eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he had obviously made up his mind.

I must win over more talented people, and I will not let the Goddess down!

Ye Qinglan closed the door after chatting with the Ninth Prince for a few words.

It's a waste of breath to talk when you don't see eye to eye; idle chat is out of the question, except for serious matters.

Even so, the Ninth Prince was already quite satisfied.

Although he didn't even enter the house, the prince left with a smile on his face.

It was clear that he was in a good mood.

After Ye Qinglan noticed this, she thought of the young man who had disdained her.

The Goddess sighed and stopped comparing the two.

That person had simply become her nightmare.

Now, the most important thing is to avenge herself and clear her mind!

But how to do it?

Originally, she wanted to make a name for herself in the Capital by her own strength.

But after being taught a lesson by him, she deeply realized the value of power.

If she had a few helpers, how could she have been ambushed?

The rebellious Goddess decided to obediently inherit the family business from now on.

Next, she planned to mobilize the forces under her martial sect's vassalage.

Her Martial Uncle was a local in the Capital, and he would definitely be able to help her!

With the help of these forces, she could make up for her shortcomings.

At that time, even the Young Master of the Realm Protectorate would not be difficult for her to deal with!

Thinking of this, a hint of coldness appeared in the Goddess's eyes.

Once I catch you, I will definitely turn you into that kind of state!

Only by seeing your humiliated and helpless appearance can my thoughts be clear!

Realm Protectorate.

Morning.

Jun Huang came to the Realm Protectorate, intending to ask Su Qing about his future plans.

But she was not warmly welcomed by him, and she didn't even see a shadow of him after drinking a cup of tea.

Jun Huang put down the teacup with great dissatisfaction and was about to get up and walk outside.

"You still haven't come to see me, huh?

Fine, so you think you're a big shot, then this princess will take the initiative to find you!"

Thinking of this, her slender, high-heeled legs gently rubbed against each other.

Why do I always have the urge to step on something every time I see him?

Hmph, it's best not to fall into my hands, otherwise you're in for it!

"Your Highness, Master is receiving distinguished guests, please wait a moment."

Qin Lan Shan looked at this noble princess and said in a respectful tone.

She obediently stepped forward and helped add a cup of tea.

"You? Who are you?"

Jun Huang looked at Qin Lan Shan with a condescending gaze and said.

She looked at the maid who came in, her brows furrowed, her eyes scrutinizing.

The golden-haired Elder Sister exuded a cold and powerful aura.

This woman, whom she had never seen before, was wearing a black dress and had a gentle temperament.

Her plump and soft figure was perfectly displayed with her movements.

Her exquisite face, gentle temperament, and the approachable smile on the corner of her mouth.

But no matter how you look at it, she is an easily deceived and bullied virtuous wife and loving mother.

But one thing that was a little out of place was the Collar around her neck.

This mature woman had no intention of concealing herself, even revealing herself openly.

It was as if... she wasn't ashamed but rather proud.

Looking at this gentle Elder Sister, the golden-haired princess felt inexplicably displeased.

To the point that... she didn't even dwell on the fact that the other party hadn't come to see her immediately.

One was aggressively imposing, the other as gentle as water.

In this room, the two women's gazes met, as if igniting a war without gunpowder.