i object to this marriage

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In fact, it's not just Si Mingjun, I was also made to feel anxious by the assessment of Xianjun.

This assessment is a martial arts test. Looking at all the immortals in the heavens, only Zhao Yujun and Ling Zhao can compete with me.

There is still an unresolved bond between Ling Zhao and I, so the results should be counted together again this time.

In terms of combat power, Ling Zhao and I must be able to overwhelm Mr. Zhao Yu. I'm afraid that Ling Zhao will still refuse to cooperate like last time, and let Mr. Zhao Yu get the fisherman's advantage in vain.

453

Hey.

454

How can I convince Ling Zhao to work with me and pass this assessment?

456

Maybe... I can talk to him?

After all, since returning to the Heaven Realm, we have met several times, but we have never faced each other like before.

Hmm... It would be great if it can be solved without using force, but if it doesn't make sense, it's not too late to do it.

I made up my mind and went outside the Qilin Hall that night.

457

The Qilin Hall has undergone a reconstruction, and the giant Qilin pillar that was melted at the entrance has been intact.

I lingered at the door for a long time, raised my hand and knocked on the door.

After only three clicks, a crisp female voice came from inside the door, and small footsteps approached again and again, and then the door opened inward——

More than a dozen female servants from Qilinjiang looked at the door and exclaimed:

"Mr. Baihua is here!"

"But that Lord Baihua who has a marriage contract with our Highness?"

"Exactly, uh...although she is not as handsome as the rumors say, but she looks very gentle!"

"You girl, why don't you care about being gentle or not, Mr. Baihua, are you here to find our Highness?"

458

Only then did I recall that the Qilin Palace was attacked earlier, and the maids in the palace had been replaced by a batch.

A red-clothed maid turned around and ran towards the inner hall, while the rest of the maids twittered like sparrows, scrambling to surround her with each other.

When I saw this formation, I already regretted it seven or eight points in my heart. There were many enthusiastic waitresses hanging on my body, but it was difficult to get out.

"Everyone... fairies, please get off me." I said with difficulty.

Unexpectedly, the maids laughed more cheerfully:

"Did you hear that, Mr. Baihua called me a fairy!"

"Where is it calling you, it is calling me!"

I:"……"

459

Just when I was overwhelmed with work, the red-clothed maid who had left earlier walked along the path of fire and said in a gentle voice: "Your Highness invites Lord Baihua to enter the palace to talk!"

I guess Ling Zhao's original words were "let him get out of here", but now is not the time to care about it, I hurriedly pulled the maids away and followed the red-clothed maid across the road of fire as if fleeing for my life.

460

The red-clothed maid led me to the Qilin Hall and stepped aside. I thought about cutting the mess with a sharp knife and stepping into the inner hall.

Ling Zhao was sitting sideways on the main seat, with his legs resting on the handle of the seat, flipping through a scroll.

He must have heard me come in, but he didn't even lift his eyes, "What's the matter?"

I said, "There is indeed one thing."

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Hearing this, Ling Zhao glanced sideways at me, snorted coldly, and continued to look at his scroll.

……

I knew that he was not that easy to talk to, and I was prepared to be rejected, but when it happened, I felt unwilling - it was my mother's [-]th birthday, and I had to go back to participate!

Suddenly, Si Mingjun's words flashed through my mind——

"Mr. Qilin has an arrogant temperament and a bad temper. He is a soft-hearted master. The more you argue with him, the more he will not buy your face, and the more he will not show mercy. If you say a few soft words to him , maybe it will have a miraculous effect!"

462

Ruanhehua... What is Ruanhehua?

I bit my lower lip, thought for a long time, took a step forward, endured the constant awkwardness and the burning sensation on my face, and tried to soften my voice and said: "Ling Zhao, I want to ask you... to help I."