It's him!

Qiao Yiqing's eyes lit up and her eyes followed her closely.

The figure in her pupils became bigger and bigger, and it was not until a dark shadow cast in front of her that Qiao Yiqing completely came back to her senses.

The man did not pay attention to the movement behind him, and held a whip and waved at Qiao Yiqing again: "Why are you standing there? You won't work for me!!!"

A angrily rebuke followed, and the whip that danced so hard that the air whipped quickly fell down.

But before the whip fell on Qiao Yiqing, it was intercepted by a force. The man was so shocked that he looked up and saw a hand holding a hand on the whip, but a creepy voice from hell sounded in his ears.

"You dare to hit her!" The cold voice suddenly rose like the ice in the cold winter.

Just listening to the sound, Qiao Yiqing already knew his anger. When she saw that cold and handsome face was as dark as the bottom of the pot.

When the man saw that Master Xuan Shi arrived, his body suddenly became weak and he knelt down.

"Xuan—Xuan—Lord of Xuan—"

Xuan Mingche's sinister face fluctuated and angry. His eagle-like sharp eyes stared at the man. The cool air emitted from his whole body had already scared the latter to tremble.

Seeing him like this, Qiao Yiqing felt that she was looking forward to it, but yesterday's pain was still vivid in her mind, making her unable to face the affectionate Xuan Mingche anymore.

"Why do you have to do this?" Qiao Yiqing raised her eyes and stared at him, her eyes glowing coldly.

Xuan Mingche looked at her with a look of confusion.

Qiao Yiqing sneered and said sarcastically: "I am now demoted by you to be a hard-working palace maid. I should have been punished. He is just acting on your order. Why should you be angry with a slave?"

"You are blaming me!" Xuan Mingche said something with a dark face for a long time.

Qiao Yiqing frowned and shook her head, and replied sadly: "I can't even blame you even if I love you. It is because of love that I can't tolerate a grain of sand. I, Qiao Yiqing, was a person who gave up. It was you who opened my heart and allowed me to accept it again. I just don't want you to close this door again and throw me into endless darkness."

Listening to Qiao Yiqing saying this, Xuan Mingche endured the pain under her face, and her palms were tightly pulled. Only by looking closely could he find that his body was trembling slightly.

Qiao Yiqing said so much, but what she got was Xuan Mingche's silence.

She felt a little chilled and discouraged, and a sad sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Lord Xuan Shi can leave, as I can easily hurt people by chopping firewood."

After saying that, Qiao Yiqing raised her arm and slashed at Firewood. With a crisp sound, Firewood was split in half, which immediately scratched Qiao Yiqing's palm.

Seeing this, Xuan Mingche opened his eyes wide, hurried forward, and anxiously pulled Qiao Yiqing's hand: "You are crazy!!!"

Looking at Qiao Yiqing's bloody palm, Xuan Mingche's whole body surged with rage, his cold face twisted together, and his frown was filled with strong heartache and worry.

Qiao Yiqing felt a little sad when she looked at the face that was worried about her.

She could no longer tell the difference between Xuan Mingche's feelings for her.

Thinking of it, she pulled her palm back from his hand as if angry and responded indifferently: "I don't have to worry about this little injury to the Lord of Mystery."

"Do you really want to treat me like this?" Xuan Mingche saw her cold face, her body full of cold arrogance that she should not approach strangers, and her heart hurt so much.

Qiao Yiqing held the bloody palm, looking servile, but her tone was tougher than anyone else: "I dare not ask Master Xuan Shi to worry, so I ask Master Xuan Shi to leave quickly and don't disturb me from working."

Xuan Mingche saw that she was so rare that she was so angry that she thought she had hurt her yesterday. She felt a little guilty. Facing her color, she couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"Okay, you are injured now and you are bleeding all the time. Let me see the wound." Xuan Mingche softened his temper and reached out to grab her hand.

Qiao Yiqing avoided it lightly, but still had no good expression: "Please respect yourself, Lord Xuan Shi, I am not your candidate concubine now."

Xuan Mingche faced Qiao Yiqing's stubborn temper and had a headache. She could only rub her forehead helplessly and sighed: "Are you really going to get angry with me?"

Qiao Yiqing is silent—

"Okay, since that's the case, I have nothing to say." Xuan Mingche glanced at him coldly, and his indifferent tone made Qiao Yiqing feel tight.

What does he mean?

"Since you said you are a palace maid who works hard, there are a lot of hard work waiting for you to do in Xuan Palace. Let's go!" Xuan Mingche glared at her coldly and took the lead in walking towards Xuan Palace.

Qiao Yiqing was a little stunned when she heard this. She reacted for a long time and didn't understand what he meant.

"Why are you still standing there? Is there any master who asked the palace maid to move?" Xuan Mingche stopped, turned around and looked at Qiao Yiqing, his neither salty nor light face turned a little impatient.

Seeing that he was a little angry, Qiao Yiqing's expression was stiff, and she immediately ignored the flash of light that flashed in Xuan Mingche's eyes.

Qiao Yiqing was stunned, Xuan Mingche walked back again, grabbed Qiao Yiqing's hand and walked forward.

Qiao Yiqing broke free from him in dissatisfaction and asked angrily: "What are you doing?"

Xuan Mingche glared at her with a stern face: "You palace maid are so vicious. Find out who the master is!"

"Hmph, is there any unreasonable master who is so unreasonable? Just pull me away without saying a word!" Qiao Yiqing retorted loudly with anger on her face.

"I asked you to go to Xuan Palace to do hard work. You just don't listen to your master's orders now!" Xuan Mingche raised his eyebrows, and he was very interested in quarreling with her.

"I won't go to your palace. I don't know how many nuns and ladies you are trampled on the threshold."

When Xuan Mingche heard this, he endured his smile and asked back: "How could I smell a sour smell? Did it come from you?"

As he said that, Xuan Mingche deliberately lowered his head and sniffed Qiao Yiqing.

Qiao Yiqing was blushed by him, and pushed him away, scolding him unnaturally: "Get out of here, don't mess with me."

Xuan Mingche was pushed away by her, but she was in a good mood. The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she was too lazy to talk nonsense. She pulled Qiao Yiqing and walked towards Xuandian.

Qiao Yiqing struggled all the way, but was imprisoned and unable to resist at all.

After a while, Xuan Mingche dragged Qiao Yiqing to Xuan Palace.

"Come, serve the food!" Xuan Mingche ordered, and then pulled Qiao Yiqing to the dining table.

"What you need to do is to pick up food for me and then feed me to eat!"

Qiao Yiqing was so angry that her breathing stagnated and she suddenly became angry: "Do you have no hands or what? Feed you for food? What international jokes are you making?"

"As a palace maid, your greatest responsibility is to wait for orders. Your master said one, you can't do it. Your master told you to go east, you can't do it west! Do you understand?"

"You--" Qiao Yiqing looked at Xuan Mingche's leisurely expression and wanted to step forward and strangle him to death.
Chapter completed!