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Xie Wanning's face instantly turned ugly. She felt humiliated; she was clearly being treated like a geisha.

She could no longer bear it and said, "Why is the Princess of Dingyuan humiliating me like this?"

Her voice was filled with obvious anger and grievance.

Chu Xingyao looked bewildered. In her drunken state, she didn't realize that there was anything wrong with her behavior; she simply wanted to express her appreciation for Xie Wanning's dance.

She protested, "No, I sincerely praised your dance. I even wrote a poem about it."

At this moment, Surga joined in, saying in an appreciative tone:

"She bends down, her jade pendants jingling; she raises her sleeve, brushing her silk robe. Facing the eaves, she seems like a swallow taking flight; reflected in the snow, she appears like a flower in flight."

"The county princess has written a truly excellent poem; she is incredibly talented."

Her words expressed both praise for Chu Xingyao's poetic talent and affirmation of Xie Wanning's dancing skills.

Amidst Suerjia's praise, a subtle hint of self-satisfaction appeared on Chu Xingyao's face.

She turned to Xie Wanning, her tone carrying an undeniable composure:

"Why get so angry? If you are dissatisfied with my reward, I will take it back."

After speaking, she indeed took back the fifty taels of silver, her actions revealing a calm and decisive demeanor.

Xie Wanning was so angry that she was speechless. She felt that she had not only been humiliated, but also looked down upon.

This is clearly saying that she doesn't even deserve a reward of 50 taels.

A wave of humiliation washed over her, turning her face incredibly grim.

She stared intently at Chu Xingyao with icy, chilling eyes, and said through gritted teeth:

"The Princess of Dingyuan praised the young lady's dance skills so highly."

"Is it because you yourself don't want to go on stage to dance? Or have you been suppressing your inner reluctance?"

Chu Xingyao remained unmoved. She raised her eyebrows slightly, her beautiful eyes curved into two crescent moons, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sweet smile.

She gently raised her hand, as white and delicate as mutton-fat jade, and extended a second, slender finger, slowly waving it near her cherry-like lips.

She responded in a sweet, coquettish voice:

"Your dancing skills are indeed amazing, beautiful and graceful, as light as the wind. However, even so, you are still slightly inferior to me."

Upon hearing this, Xie Wanning's expression grew even colder, as if covered with a thick layer of frost.

She snorted coldly and retorted in an icy tone:

"Your Highness, please don't rush to conclusions. The outcome of this battle is not yet decided!"

"Without His Highness the War King's help this time, you might not be as lucky as before!"

The implication was that Chu Xingyao's victories in the first two rounds were entirely due to luck rather than genuine skill.

When Xie Wanning mentioned the name Jun Jiuxiao, scenes from her previous life before her death flashed through Chu Xingyao's mind like lightning.

At that moment, Xie Wanning's originally beautiful face became ferocious and terrifying, and she uttered only sharp and sarcastic words, each word like a poisoned arrow piercing her heart.

Immediately afterwards, several resounding slaps landed mercilessly on her cheeks, the burning pain still etched in her memory.

In an instant, the anger in Chu Xingyao's heart erupted like a long-dormant volcano, surging lava spewing from the bottom of her heart, burning fiercely, and could no longer be contained.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, and her pretty face was flushed red with anger, like a ripe apple.

Chu Xingyao's voice was filled with obvious anger and accusation. She looked directly at Xie Wanning and said in a sharp tone:

"Please don't put on airs here. I know exactly what you're thinking."

She continued, "The reason you're going on and on is simply because you have feelings for Jun Jiuxiao."

Chu Xingyao's gaze was sharp, and she further pointed out:

"When you see him helping me, you can't suppress your jealousy and start making unfounded accusations."

Xie Wanning was shocked by this sudden revelation. Her secret was ruthlessly exposed, leaving her unable to react for a moment.

He could only stand there, his lips trembling slightly, finally managing to squeeze out a feeble defense: "You...you're talking nonsense."

But Chu Xingyao did not accept Xie Wanning's explanation. Slightly drunk, she swayed slightly as she moved forward, continuing in an aggressive tone:

"What? Feeling guilty? If you really have no feelings for Jun Jiuxiao, then swear it to my face."

She posed a challenge: "Swear that if you, Xie Wan Ning, truly have your heart set on Jun Jiu Xiao, then from this day forward, all your wishes and desires will vanish like bubbles. Do you dare?"

Seeing the crowd below whispering and discussing amongst themselves, Xie Wanning was extremely anxious, and even broke out in a fine sweat on her forehead.

However, she could not prove her innocence with a vow, and could only glare fiercely at Chu Xingyao, trembling with anger.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "You...you...you're being completely unreasonable!"

Chu Xingyao stood aside, showing no fear whatsoever in the face of Xie Wanning's accusations.

Instead, he stood even more firmly with his hands on his hips, his expression revealing a stubborn and unyielding spirit.

Her fingers, sharp as swords, pointed directly at Xie Wanning, and she roared fiercely, "What do you mean, 'you'? Today, this old lady will declare clearly that Jun Jiuxiao is mine."

Immediately, Chu Xingyao responded loudly:

"Jun Yaochen belongs to me too! If anyone dares to have the slightest improper thoughts about my beloved, this old lady will never let her off easily!"

Her words were like thunder, reverberating around her and filled with intense authority.

"I'll dig up her ancestral graves first, then slaughter her entire family, so she'll understand the terrible price of offending this great-aunt! Humph!"

Her voice was like a raging wave crashing against the shore, striking straight to the heart.

Before she could finish speaking, Chu Xingyao staggered and swayed as she walked toward Jun Jiuxiao.

Her petite body seemed as if she might fall at any moment, but she still stood firmly in front of Jun Jiuxiao.

Upon reaching him, Chu Xingyao, without saying a word, reached out and abruptly ripped off the tablecloth on the table in front of Jun Jiuxiao.

In an instant, the fine wines and delicacies on the table were scattered all over the floor, leaving a mess of cups and plates.

Chu Xingyao then plopped down on the table that was originally covered with food.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked Jun Jiuxiao's handsome face.

Her originally puffed-up face was now slightly flushed with anger, as tempting as a ripe apple.

She pouted her pink lips and said coquettishly, full of dissatisfaction:

"Jun Jiuxiao, you are mine! This girl has always been selfish and jealous."

"You are not allowed to keep even a female dog by your side besides me! Do you hear me?"

Her words carried a hint of spoiled arrogance and a strong sense of possessiveness, making everyone present feel her desire to monopolize Jun Jiuxiao.

Before the words were finished, and before Jun Jiuxiao could respond,

Chu Xingyao suddenly made a move, grabbing his chin and lifting it up forcefully, forcing Jun Jiuxiao to look directly at her.

Her actions were swift and decisive, demonstrating her seriousness and determination in the relationship.

Immediately afterwards, a soft, sweet voice entered Jun Jiuxiao's ears:

Jun Yaochen, you are destined to belong only to me, and only I will ever possess you!

"Come on, let me stamp your seal with my own unique seal first."

Her voice was filled with smugness and possessiveness, as if she were declaring to the whole world that Jun Jiuxiao was hers, and only hers.

However, Jun Jiuxiao had absolutely no intention of resisting.

Anyway, he'll belong to Yao'er sooner or later, and he'll be happy to let her do whatever she wants.

For Jun Jiuxiao, being pampered by Yao like this was an enjoyment he could never have imagined.

At this moment, his face was full of a gentle and doting smile, just like a very good-tempered and patient young man.

She sat there quietly, willingly waiting for her beloved's favor.

It was as if time had stopped flowing, and the whole world consisted of only the two of them; everything around them became unimportant.