Murong Ziyan ran over to show off in front of Lin Heng.
After court, Jiang Jingyi chose to go meet Dream Salted Fish.
In the side hall west of Heavenly Prosperity Hall.
Meng Yutong paced restlessly around the room, only stopping when Jiang Jingyi pushed open the door and entered.
The room had been sealed with restrictions, so she could not break out.
When the two women met, they no longer glared at each other like sworn enemies. In its place were Meng Yutong's wariness and fear.
"Fellow Daoist Dream, don't be afraid. I won't kill you!"
"Your Supremacy, you..."
Jiang Jingyi raised a hand to cut her off, then sat to one side and said blandly, "Dream Salted Fish, you should still call me vixen. Doesn't it sound much more intimate?"
Meng Yutong could see that she had come to call her to account.
Even if she lowered her head and yielded, she might not get a good ending. Since that was the case, what was there to fear?
"Jiang Jingyi, you played the role of someone called Murong Yi and fooled us all completely. Was I wrong to call you a vixen?"
"Didn't you covet my disciple?"
Seeing Meng Yutong toughen up, Jiang Jingyi looked at her with an imposing, wrathless authority. "Dream Salted Fish, don't pin such a huge hat on me. At the beginning, I had no designs on your disciple. It was you who kept butting heads with me time and again. Only after this emperor came into contact with your disciple did I start entertaining such thoughts."
"Partly to anger you, and partly for amusement!"
"If we really examine it, forget coveting your disciple—even twisting off Lin Heng's little head would not be going too far."
"You master and disciple have gossiped plenty about