The sacred tree is about to pass, and the cannon fodder's wish countdown is coming

Qiao Qing?

Is it the same name?

Shen Yusang was full of suspicion and couldn't help but look towards the center of the stage.

The man in the center was wearing light and bold clothes, twisting his body to the rhythm of the music.

At the same time, his charming eyes, like a bewitching elf in the dark night, cast a loving glance at Lu Shi.

Shen Yusang felt relieved.

It's most likely the same person.

The identity of the Holy Son of Miao is enough for him to marry into Prince An’s Mansion, right?

If he really made such a request, would Lu Shi agree? Would her promise to avenge him still count?

Shen Yusang couldn't help but look at Lu Shi, only to see that she was concentrating on the stage, unwilling to take her eyes away even for a moment.

Upon seeing this, Shen Yusang silently withdrew his gaze, without showing any strange expression on his face.

He slowly raised the wine glass in his hand, and the wine in the glass, like nectar, sparkled in the candlelight, which was very beautiful.

He first took a small sip, only to feel the wine sliding down his throat, bringing a burning sensation, and then, mouthful after mouthful...

After the dance, Qiao Qing's veil fell slowly, revealing her pretty face. The audience applauded and cheered.

Qiao Qing bowed to the Queen with great grace, "Greetings to Her Majesty, I wish Her Majesty a long life."

"Please get up."

The Queen is in high spirits and always has a happy face.

"Come here, give me a seat."

So a table was added under Shen Yusang.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Qiao Qing gently twisted her waist, and the half of her skin that was inadvertently exposed was as white as snow, emitting a charming luster, which made people around her stare blankly.

Noticing everyone's astonished gazes, Qiao Qing's smile grew even brighter.

He sat down slowly and gracefully, as beautiful as a blooming flower.

He glanced at Shen Yusang beside him, and a flash of contempt passed through his eyes.

Qiao Qing casually raised the delicate wine glass in his hand and gently placed it against his pink lips. Then, he cleverly used the wine glass as a shield to speak quietly.

"Shen Yusang, how does it feel to be whipped with Jinsi?" After saying this, he raised his eyebrows provocatively.

"I will never forget it in this life. Maybe there will be a chance, you can try it too." Shen Yusang's eyes gradually turned cold, and the fingertips holding the wine glass turned slightly white.

If Liu Qian had not died early, he would have hundreds of poisons that could make her life worse than death.

But if these poisons are used on the culprits, the results will be no worse.

At this time, Qiao Qing was gently shaking the wine glass in his hand, and the clear liquid in the glass rippled with his movement.

He continued with a smug look on his face, "Unfortunately, I may never have this opportunity again."

After saying this, he seemed to have remembered something funny, and suddenly laughed again, with merciless sarcasm.

"You're really useless. It's been nearly half a year and you still haven't taken down Prince An. If that's the case, there's nothing for you to do next."

"I also advise you not to set your sights on Prince An anymore. She is destined to be mine!"

Qiao Qing's eyes fell on Lu Shi who was sitting diagonally opposite him, his eyes full of determination to win.

Shen Yusang snorted coldly, "Being overconfident is arrogance. Besides, she didn't want to say a word to you before. So, it seems that I have a better chance of winning. What do you think?"

"The past is the past. Things are different now." Qiao Qing's face was full of certainty, with an unusual self-confidence that Shen Yusang could not understand.

"Tell me, if I ask the Queen, will she grant me a marriage with Prince An?"

Shen Yusang's breath caught in her throat, but she quickly realized, "No, compared to Prince An, you are worthless in front of the Queen."

Lu Shi holds a special status in the Empress's sight. If it weren't for the purple saliva grass, the Empress wouldn't have forced Prince An to marry him.

Now that Lu Shi's legs and feet have improved, the matter of marriage will mostly depend on Lu Shi's own wishes.

"But what if Prince An is willing?"

Qiao Qing raised her glass forward and made a toast gesture. Shen Yusang followed her gaze and saw Lu Shi raise his glass in return, then drank the wine in one gulp.

Shen Yusang stared blankly at the interaction between the two, feeling a pang of anxiety in his heart.

Is it really that easy to pursue her?

Just one banquet, and she changed her attitude...

But for him, it's obviously not the case.

Shen Yusang was still in a daze until the end of the banquet, but no one noticed him...

In the next few days, rumors gradually reached Shen Yusang's ears.

Prince An and the Holy Son of Miaojiang are about to get married, and the two of them go out together and are in love.

Prince An spent a fortune on the Holy Son of Miaojiang just to win a smile from the beauty.

The Holy Son of Miaojiang publicly wooed Prince An...

……

After treating the last patient of the day, it was already late. Shen Yusang looked at the setting sun on the mountainside and decided to go to Prince An's Mansion.

When we arrived at Prince An's Mansion, everything went unexpectedly smoothly and the guards at the door did not stop us.

But he didn't see Lu Shi, he only saw Cheng Ze who was eating peach blossom pastry.

Seeing that it was Shen Yusang, Cheng Ze greeted him enthusiastically: "Yusang, here you are. Come sit down and have some cakes. They are freshly baked and still hot!"

As he spoke, he handed a piece of exquisite pastry to Shen Yusang.

Shen Yusang was puzzled as to why the incident between Lu Shi and Qiao Qing had caused such a big uproar, but Cheng Ze seemed to be completely indifferent to it, and it was difficult to detect even a trace of sadness from him.

He sat down next to Cheng Ze, and after hesitating for a moment, he asked the question in his heart: "Cheng Ze, aren't you angry?"

"Angry? Not angry!" Cheng Ze ate one peach blossom pastry at a time, looking very uncomfortable and heartless.

"Aren't you sad?" Shen Yusang asked again.

"Don't be sad, there is nothing to be sad about."

Cheng Ze looked at Shen Yusang in confusion, not understanding why he asked such a question.

Seeing this, Shen Yu stopped beating around the bush and said, "There's been a big fuss lately about the prince and that Miao Saint, Qiao Qing. If she really has fallen in love with Qiao Qing, what are you going to do?"

"If you like it, then you like it." Cheng Ze didn't care.

Anyway, it's not the first or second time. Doesn't he have to go to every world once? But this time he thought the other protagonist was Shen Yusang, but unexpectedly it was Qiao Qing.

It's really hard to guess.

Obviously Shen Yusang looks more pleasing to the eye and more familiar.

Even the occasional intimidation emanating from him was familiar...

Shen Yusang understood something vaguely when he saw this.

"Cheng Ze, you don't seem to like the prince."

Hearing this, Cheng Ze hesitated for a moment, "It seems that it would be inappropriate for me to say that I don't like it, so think whatever you want."

Although his words were ambiguous, they were actually a disguised admission.

A hint of anger flashed in Shen Yusang's eyes. "You don't like the prince, does the prince know that? Why do you want to be his servant?"

Cheng Ze shrugged nonchalantly and responded lightly, "Of course she knows it very well. This matter was originally decided by us together."

After saying that, Cheng Ze felt thirsty because he had eaten too much peach blossom pastry before, so he picked up the teapot on the table and blew it into his mouth.

Therefore, he did not see the starlight flashing in Shen Yusang's eyes, but it only lasted for a moment and then disappeared in an instant.

He wasted nearly five months, isn't it too late now...