The Lord God is kneeling on the washboard again

Everyone left this palace and headed for the next secret palace. Along the way, everyone's moods varied. Some were overjoyed at their gains in the previous palace, while others felt a little disappointed at not having achieved their goal.

The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect marched in unison, maintaining their rigorous style. They looked forward to more adventures in the new palace. The disciples of the Qingmu Sect quietly discussed their experiences in the previous palace, summarizing their lessons and hoping for a breakthrough in the future.

Xing Xuanli and Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) walked hand in hand, whispering their thoughts about the rest of their journey. Shi Sang and the Sun and Moon Palace disciples followed closely behind, their gazes determined, ready to face new challenges.

Although Luo Lingshan was unwilling, she had no choice but to follow the team and secretly thought about how to regain her face in the new palace.

The disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect were checking their tools, while the women of the Hundred Flowers Palace were adjusting their moods, preparing to face the unknown in a better state.

As everyone gradually approached the next secret palace, a mysterious atmosphere hit them in the face. Everyone couldn't help but become nervous, not knowing what was waiting for them.

Duanmu Ya and the prince also followed the team. Duanmu Ya was no less jealous than Luo Lingshan, and she watched Xing Xuanli get along well along the way.

Her eyes were filled with jealousy and resentment, and she kept muttering in her heart: "Why is Xing Xuanli so lucky to receive everyone's favor and care, while I am always ignored?"

The more Duanmu Ya thought about it, the angrier she became, and her expression became uglier. The prince noticed her strangeness and asked softly, "Ya'er, what's wrong with you?"

Duanmu Ya bit her lip and said angrily, "Your Highness, look at Xing Xuanli, she always steals the show. I really can't swallow this."

The prince frowned and said, "Don't be so petty. Xing Xuanli might just be lucky."

But Duanmu Ya couldn't listen at all. Her eyes were always fixed on Xing Xuanli, as if she wanted to pierce her with her eyes.

Xing Xuanli seemed to notice Duanmu Ya's hostile gaze, but she just smiled faintly and didn't take it to heart. She continued walking and talking and laughing with Yun Mohan (Nangong Han).

Duanmu Ya looked at Xing Xuanli's receding figure and said angrily, "She really doesn't know what's good for her! After all, the Duanmu family has raised her for more than ten years, but now she has become the Palace Master of the Sun and Moon Palace, and she doesn't even take the Duanmu family seriously."

Her eyes were fixed on the disappearing figure, her chest heaving violently with anger. "Back then, the Duanmu family took good care of her, never lacking food, clothing, and daily necessities. Now that she's become so successful, they've turned their backs on us. They're simply heartless!" Duanmu Ya grew increasingly angry, her voice rising a few notches unconsciously.

When the people around heard her complaints, some echoed her, shaking their heads and sighing to express their dissatisfaction with Xing Xuanli; others remained silent, as if thinking about the reason.

"Maybe there is some misunderstanding?" A weak voice came, but was immediately interrupted by Duanmu Ya.

"What misunderstanding could there be? The facts are right in front of us, she is an ungrateful person!" Duanmu Ya's eyes were wide open, and she was unwilling to believe that there could be any other possibility.

At this time, Duanmu Ya's heart was filled with resentment, and she was completely unable to look at the relationship between Xing Xuanli and the Duanmu family with a calm attitude.

The prince advised: "Duanmu Ya, don't be so angry. Perhaps there is something else going on. We don't know the whole story yet, so we can't make such a hasty conclusion."

Duanmu Ya refused to listen. She turned and shouted at the prince, "Your Highness, why are you still speaking for her? The facts are obvious. She is heartless and ungrateful!"

The prince frowned and said patiently, "Calm down first. Xing Xuanli must have had her own difficulties and considerations in becoming the Palace Master of the Sun and Moon Palace."

Duanmu Ya snorted coldly: "What's the difficulty? She just climbed up the ladder and forgot her roots!"

The prince sighed helplessly, "Even so, we should first clarify the situation and not be so sure based on mere speculation."

Duanmu Ya was still furious, but after the prince's persuasion, she calmed down a little, but she still muttered: "Anyway, I just can't stand her."

A little girl in green heard Duanmu Ya slandering Xing Xuanli like this, walked forward, stood beside Duanmu Ya and whispered: "Everyone in Kyoto knows how your Duanmu family treats Xing Xuanli."

Duanmu Ya frowned when she heard this and glared at the little Loli: "Little girl, what do you know?"

The little girl was not afraid at all. She raised her head and said, "Although I am young, I have heard that the Duanmu family treated Xing Xuanli harshly. Now that she has achieved something, you are here to talk about her. Aren't you ashamed?"

Duanmu Ya's face turned pale and blue: "You are talking nonsense! Our Duanmu family has been very good to her."

The little girl sneered: "Humph, it's not up to you to decide whether it's good or not. We all know it very well."

People around began to whisper and talk.

"What this little girl said seems to make some sense."

"I heard that the Duanmu family did not treat Xing Xuanli very well in the past."

"It seems that Duanmu Ya is making excuses."

Duanmu Ya saw the change in everyone's attitude and became even more furious: "You have all been deceived by this little girl!"

The little Lolita ignored her and turned away, leaving Duanmu Ya standing there feeling embarrassed and annoyed.

Duanmu Ya looked at the receding figure of the green-clothed loli, and she gritted her teeth and swore to make this ignorant girl pay a heavy price.

At this moment, Duanmu Ya's eyes were almost spitting fire, and her face was twisted with anger. "How dare you embarrass me like this in public? I will never let you go!" She thought fiercely in her heart.

The prince on the side frowned when he saw this and said, "Duanmu Ya, don't be so impulsive. She's just a little girl. Why bother with her?"

Duanmu Ya turned and glared at the Crown Prince, roaring, "Your Highness, it's fine if you don't help me, but you still say such sarcastic words! If I don't avenge today's humiliation, I swear I won't be a human being!"

The prince shook his head helplessly: "You are so narrow-minded, you will cause disaster sooner or later."

Duanmu Ya completely ignored the prince's dissuasion. Her heart was filled with thoughts of revenge, as if she had already seen the green-clothed loli kneeling in front of her and begging for mercy.

Your Highness, please think about this: is Duanmu Ya really your ideal match?

The prince frowned slightly, lost in thought. He recalled Duanmu Ya's usual behavior: unruly, headstrong, and narrow-minded. Now, she had become so enraged and angry over a few words from a little girl, even threatening revenge. Was someone with this kind of personality truly suitable to be his future partner, to accompany him through the long years?

He couldn't help but ask himself, would marrying her bring him endless troubles and worries? Would it affect his future career?

However, the power of the Duanmu family in the court cannot be underestimated. If the marriage with Duanmu Ya fails, it will probably bring a lot of obstacles to himself.

The prince was in a dilemma and couldn't make a decision for a moment. The confusion in his heart was like a tangled mess that could not be cut or sorted out.

When the little loli saw Xing Xuanli, she ran to her. Her face was filled with excitement and joy, and her steps were as light as a deer.

"Sister, sister!" the little girl called out happily.

Xing Xuanli stopped when she heard the sound, and looked at the little loli running towards her with a smile, her eyes full of tenderness.

The little girl ran up to Xing Xuanli and said breathlessly, "Sister, I just taught that bad woman a lesson for you!"

Xing Xuanli was slightly stunned, then gently stroked the little Lolita's head and asked, "Which bad woman?"

The little girl raised her little face and said proudly: "It was that Duanmu Ya. She kept slandering my sister. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I went to say a few words to her."

Xing Xuanli smiled helplessly: "What a brave little girl, but don't be so impulsive in the future. Be sure to protect yourself."

The little Loli nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, sister, I'm not afraid of her!"

The little Lolita is named An Lingyan and is the daughter of the leader of Qingfeng Sect.

An Lingyan blinked her big eyes and said with a smile: "Sister, no matter who I am, if I see someone slandering you, I will stand up and speak out."

Xing Xuanli was moved by her sincerity and took her hand: "Yan'er, thank you."

An Lingyan shook her head. "Sister, you don't have to be polite to me. My father always taught me to do what is right."

At this time, the people around also cast approving glances at An Lingyan.

"It's rare for the daughter of the Qingfeng Sect's leader to be so chivalrous and courageous at such a young age."

"As expected of a child trained by Qingfeng Sect."

When An Lingyan heard these compliments, her face flushed and she leaned closer to Xing Xuanli a little embarrassedly.

Many female disciples were jealous of Xing Xuanli, and also envious of her.

The jealous female disciples gathered together and whispered to each other.

"Why is Xing Xuanli so popular and so popular?"

"Exactly, how am I any worse than her? Why doesn't anyone even look at me?"

"Humph, maybe he used some tricks."

And those envious female disciples looked at Xing Xuanli from afar, their eyes full of longing.

"I wish I could be like Xing Xuanli, capable and beautiful."

"She's so lucky. I'd be happy if I could have half the opportunities she has."

“I really hope I can learn something from her so that I can become better.”

Amidst these complicated gazes, Xing Xuanli remained calm and unmoved, continuing on her own path.

Li Fengjue looked at the receding backs of Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) and Xing Xuanli, wondering what they were planning.

His gaze was dark and deep, his brows furrowed slightly, and a subtle sneer curled at the corner of his mouth. Various conspiracies and schemes raced through his mind. Was he trying to destroy their relationship, causing Xing Xuanli to harbor resentment towards Yun Mohan (Nangong Han)? Or was he trying to frame Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) and make him lose his place in Xing Xuanli's heart? Or was he trying to find their weaknesses and use them to threaten and control them?

Li Fengjue stood there quietly, motionless, like a statue. But his heart was like a raging sea, churning endlessly. He knew achieving his goal wouldn't be easy, but he wouldn't give up easily. In his eyes, the receding figure wasn't a loving couple, but a hurdle he was about to overcome, an enemy he must defeat.

The wind blew gently, lifting the corners of his clothes, but it could not blow away the haze and calculations in his heart.

Seeing this, the Qingmu Sect disciples stepped forward and asked, "Young Sect Master, what's wrong?"

A hint of gloom flashed across Li Fengjue's eyes, but he quickly concealed it and said calmly, "Nothing, I just saw something I didn't like."

The disciple cautiously asked, "Young Sect Master, is this because of those two people just now?"

Li Fengjue frowned slightly and said impatiently, "Don't ask too many questions. Just do your duty."

The disciple's heart trembled, and he quickly replied, "Yes, I know I was wrong, but I saw that the young master looked strange, so I was worried that something was wrong."

Li Fengjue snorted coldly: "What's wrong with that? They are just insignificant people, don't take them to heart."

After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and strode forward, leaving the disciple standing still. After a moment's hesitation, he hurriedly followed.

A woman in white noticed Li Fengjue's strange behavior and stepped forward to ask, "What's the matter, Young Sect Master? Are you interested in the Palace Master of the Sun and Moon Palace?"

Li Fengjue's face darkened and he said sternly, "Stop talking nonsense!"

The woman in white was not frightened by his scolding. Instead, she smiled softly: "Young Sect Master, why are you angry? If you have such thoughts, it is not shameful."

Li Fengjue glared at her fiercely: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful or I will punish you!"

The woman in white suppressed her smile and bowed slightly, "Young Master, please calm down. I was mistaken. But your gloomy expression is obvious to anyone."

Li Fengjue turned his head away, no longer looking at her, and said coldly: "It is not your turn to speculate on the affairs of this sect leader."

The woman in white sighed softly, "Young Master, if you like her, go for it. What's the point of feeling so sad?"

Li Fengjue remained silent, but his hands were unconsciously clenched, showing his inner unrest.

On Xing Xuanli's side, An Lingyan kept chattering in front of her. Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) became a little impatient and said, "Shut up,

When An Lingyan heard this, she curled her lips and replied unconvincedly, "Why can you tell your sister, but I can't?"

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) frowned even tighter: "I said no, so why are you talking so much nonsense?"

An Lingyan's face flushed with anger: "You bully me, but I won't be as mean to me as you are." As she spoke, she pulled Xing Xuanli's sleeve and said aggrievedly: "Sister, look at him."

Xing Xuanli smiled helplessly and soothed: "Alright, alright, stop arguing, let's all talk properly."

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) snorted: "This little girl is too noisy."

An Lingyan glared at him: "You are the one making trouble!"

Xing Xuanli patted An Lingyan's head gently, then looked at Yun Mohan (Nangong Han): "Don't be angry, let's get along well."

However, Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) and An Lingyan still stared at each other without giving in, and the atmosphere was a little tense for a while.