The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

As soon as Yun Mujiu's words came out, the Zhongyue people and the Nantai envoys were stunned, and the Beihan envoys were even more angry.

Bei Manji's face was filled with anger, and she held the ice sword tightly. "Princess Ye, what do you mean by this?"

"Nothing." Yun Mujiu stood up and shrugged. "I just think such a broken sword is worthy of your Beihan people being so arrogant? It's a bit ridiculous."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Beihan envoys rioted, and others also began to talk.

The Queen received the Emperor's gaze and immediately advised, "Princess Ye, this sword is made from the ice of the North Frost Polar Region. It is somewhat different from ordinary swords."

The Queen's words were very tactful, and the clever Yun Mujiu understood without anyone's direct words. The Queen and others thought that he was impulsive and couldn't stand Beihan's arrogance, so he rashly came out to slap him in the face.

They thought, but what happens after the impulse? Could Yun Mujiu have anything comparable to that ice sword? Yun Mujiu couldn't possibly have another weapon as good as Beihan's ice sword.

Yun Mujiu smiled slightly and replied to the Queen, "Your Majesty, I know."

The queen was stunned, not sure what Yun Mujiu was trying to do.

Yun Mujiu smiled faintly at the queen, then turned and looked at Bei Manji again.

At this point, many of the guests could no longer control their whispers and all began to talk loudly and excitedly.

The people from other provinces were even more emotional than those in the capital. They tried their best to express that when the two countries were meeting to pay tribute, especially when the other country presented its unique objects, they could not let a woman like Yun Mujiu come out and cause trouble!

You know, Zhong Yue's reputation has already been hurt. If Yun Mujiu makes another fool of himself, Zhong Yue will have no face left in front of the small country of Beihan!

"Shut up!" A cold voice sounded, and those who were talking fiercely stopped talking and all shuddered.

"Anyone who disturbs my eyes and ears will be punished with a beating." Ye Xiaohan added softly.

"Anyone who talks nonsense about the princess will have his tongue cut off."

The whole house was silent.

Yun Mujiu had a smile on her lips. Before she could confront those noisy people, Ye Xiaohan, who was eager to protect his wife, took action first.

Yun Mujiu's expression changed, and he looked at Bei Manji coldly: "Do you want me to say it again? I said it's just a broken sword, what's so arrogant about it?"

"This ice sword is made from the core of thousand-year-old ice. The craftsman spent five years crafting it. Princess Ye, I advise you not to speak nonsense."

"In essence, what's there to be afraid of a sword made of ice?" Yun Mujiu retorted calmly.

The person standing next to Bei Manji was Bei Liyi. She frowned and pondered for a long time before exclaiming to Yun Mujiu, "Princess Ye, could it be that you have the black iron that is unique to the Eastern Empire?"

Under heaven, only the East Ocean Empire produces black iron. This iron is so hard that it can cut iron like mud and break hair with a blow. It is exclusively used by the East Ocean Imperial Family and the Black Tigers. Even the emperors of the other four nations cannot obtain a single piece of black iron from the East Ocean Empire, which has strict quotas.

Yun Mujiu actually disdained the sword made of Beihan’s thousand-year-old ice. Maybe she had the East Asian black iron sword in her hand?

Yun Mujiu shook his head calmly, causing another round of gasps from the crowd. They wondered how Yun Mujiu, who had nothing, could dare to question Beihan's Ice Sword?

At this time, Yun Mujiu took a few quick steps and went to the seats for the male guests.

She raised her voice and asked, "Meng Ninglang, did you bring the dagger I gave you?"

"I brought it!" Meng Ninglang's anxiety turned into excitement. He took out an object from his pocket and walked out of his seat quickly. It turned out that Mu Jiuguo really had a budget and preparation!

"Okay!" Yun Mujiu looked at Meng Ninglang steadily and asked, "You..."

"I'll do it!" Meng Ninglang interrupted Yun Mujiu's question. He strode over and stood in front of Yun Mujiu.

"Princess Manji, let me use this dagger of mine to clash with your Beihan sword."

Bei Manji stared at Meng Ninglang's youthful spirit for a long time before she gritted her teeth and said, "Someone come!"

"I'm Zhu Tao." A young envoy from Beihan took the sword from Bei Manji and stood in front of Meng Ninglang.

Everyone took a closer look at the exquisite dagger in Meng Ninglang's hand. The handle was inlaid with gold, and the end was dotted with sparkling crystal beads. The scabbard was engraved with a fierce eagle about to take flight.

Meng Ninglang drew his sword from its sheath. The dagger, which was half the length of his arm, shone with silver light and had a dazzling exquisite fish pattern engraved on it.

Meng Ninglang was wearing a neat white robe today, with the demeanor of a handsome young man, and there was a bit of the dashing style of Yun Mujiu between his eyebrows.

At this time, Yun Mujiu returned to his original seat and whispered a few words to Ye Xiaohan.

Puzzled and curious voices rang out among the guests. General Bai asked Wei Song beside him, "General Wei, what is the material of the knife that Master Meng is holding? Why does it look a bit unusual?"

Wei Song took a few glances and shook his head: "That was given to him by the princess. We don't know what material it is made of. We just know that the dagger is of extremely good quality and is a rare treasure in the world."

Meng Ninglang stood on the stage, and from the audience rang out the shouts and cheers of friends and family including Yun Mujiu, Meng Shihao, Yi Shi, Bai Yanshuang, Princess Ji Ling, You Luoyan, Du Ziheng, Wei Song, Wei Bai, Su Wen, Ling Xingmu, etc. He smiled gracefully, cupped his fists, and looked across at Zhu Tao.

Zhu Tao looked disdainful. Meng Ninglang said, "Brother Liang, you go first."

"Oh." Zhu Tao actually agreed directly, without any intention of being polite to this junior who was much younger than him.

Zhu Tao held the sword in one hand and rushed towards Meng Ninglang in one step.

The long sword, emitting an icy chill, flew straight towards Meng Ninglang's face.

Meng Ninglang tilted his head slightly, and the tip of the sword brushed past his cheek, leaving nothing in sight.

Yun Mujiu focused her attention, not even bothering to sip her tea as she gazed eagerly at the stage. Ning Lang was still a teenager, after all, and his martial arts skills were probably not as good as those of Beihan's young envoy. But she believed Ning Lang was a capable man.

Zhu Tao's moves were extremely brutal, not as a test of weapon prowess, but rather an attempt to kill his opponent. His attacks were so fast and varied that Meng Ninglang only had time to dodge each time and didn't have the chance to use his dagger.

"Meng Ninglang, attack his lower body." A cold voice came over.

Meng Ninglang's eyes suddenly lit up. He had been thinking about finding the opponent's weakness, and immediately realized the key to Ye Xiaohan's suggestion.

He lowered his body to avoid the sword wind above his head, and at the same time used his knife to deflect the opponent's sword tip, and then dodged behind the opponent.

He swung the dagger in one hand and chopped it straight towards the long sword that was shining with cold light!

Which one is sharper? Find out immediately!