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Mu Shui Qing saw that the hidden spearhead was pointed at her again. She glared at Murong Yue with anger in her eyes. She just wanted to say, 'What does this have to do with me?'

Does she blame her for her looks?

There was something wrong with Qi, wouldn't it be fine if he just praised Mu Rong Yue? He wanted to use her as a cushion. This was great! It was as if Mu Ru Yue really wanted to eat him.

She gave Qi Bingwei a hard stare. "I know my own limitations, but everyone has witnessed my sister's beauty. I don't dare to compete with my sister."

"As expected of the Prime Minister's daughter, her humble bearing is just right." Qi Bing turned around and said to Mu Yufei, "It's all thanks to the Prime Minister's guidance."

Mu Shui Qing really wanted to sew his mouth shut. Didn't she see that Murong Yue's eyes were spitting fire? It's still there.

Furthermore, when it came to the matter of being the direct descendant, she knew that Murong Yue hated her the most.

Mu Yufei naturally wholeheartedly chatted with Qi Bing. When Qi Bing mentioned that each of his daughters was better than the last, he was naturally overjoyed.

Every word from King Qi said that she was good, was he actually interested in her?

With that in mind, Mu Yufei's face lit up even more. "Your highness, you flatter me. In the future, when I come to your mansion, you'll have to show more tolerance and tolerance."

"Prime Minister, don't worry. In the future, as the young miss's husband, this king will take Miss Ning's words and actions as his own." Qi Bing happily agreed to Mu Yufei's words.

Mo Riverbliss pursed her lips and said in a strange tone, "You haven't even gotten married and you're already treating yourself like an outsider? Who wants you to be so tolerant?"

Just now, Qi Bing had saved her, so she was rather grateful. But now that she thought about it, who knows if he had some ulterior motives? It's all because of her foul mouth, she insisted on bringing him into the house to be thanked by her father.

Seeing that Murong Yue's expression wasn't too good, Mu Yufei's wife, Nangong Xin, hurriedly said, "Shui Qing and Rongyue each have their own good points. Shui Qing is very beautiful, while Shui Qing is very fresh and refined. It's probably because Prince likes Shui Qing more that he thinks Shui Qing is more beautiful."

Nangong Xin was originally Mu Yu Fei's concubine. Mu Shui Qing's birth mother, Ye Wanxia, died when Mu Shui Qing was around ten years old. Nangong Xin gave birth to Murong Yue and Mu Yang, so she naturally took her place as her wife.

She also hated Mu Shui Qing to death because she and Ye Wanxia had fallen in love with Mu Yufei back then. At that time, Ye Wanxia was the daughter of a high official and she was only the daughter of a wealthy merchant.

Nangong Xin had always felt that Mu Yufei would definitely like her, but Mu Yufei had married Ye Wanxia, so she must have imagined that it was because Ye Wanxia's family was high ranking officials that they forced her to marry Ye Wanxia.

On the other hand, because Mu Yufei ignored her in the end, she took the opportunity to drug Mu Yufei before going to bed. Only then did she sit next to Mu Yufei as his concubine.

Thus, Nangong Xin had always felt that it was Ye Wanxia who had stolen her position as the official wife, and that she had been opposing Ye Wanxia for many years.

Afterwards, Ye Wanxia died, and Nangong Xin had once again targeted Mu Shui Qing. Not only because of her daughter, but also because she was beautiful and was liked by Mu Yu Fei.

Qi Bing took a sip of the tea and ignored Nangong Xin's words, "This king still has some matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you any longer. This king is feeling a little dizzy, so I can't remember the way out. "I'll cultivate my feelings a bit more as well."

As Qi Bing spoke, his eyes fell onto Mo Riverbliss.

"..." Mo Riverbliss.

Did she have any feelings for him to cultivate?

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