After watching Lan Yuemei walk away, Qiao Yiqing walked back to the dormitory.

When the new batch of maids saw the corpses of the previous batch of maids, they were extremely jealous of Qiao Yiqing. They lowered their heads and asked cautiously: "Does the princess want a slave to change her clothes?"

Qiao Yiqing glanced at them lightly, her brows and eyes filled with a stinging coldness. The palace maids who had just raised their heads quickly lowered their heads, trembling all over.

Just when they were hesitant, two cold words came out with anger: "Get out!!!"

After hearing the order, several palace maids ran out as if running for their lives.

Silence returned to the bedroom, and no one was in the way. Qiao Yiqing's mood improved slightly, she took off her clothes and lay on the bed.

The screams in the mourning hall and the tablet engraved with her mother's name kept lingering in her mind.

She never thought that her mother would be involved with Yanhuang Continent.

If her mother is a saint, wouldn’t she—

Thinking about it, Qiao Yiqing opened her eyes in shock. Could she really be——

Qiao Yiqing didn't dare to think about it. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that the matter was complicated and involved a lot.

She had heard at the beginning that the previous saint had disappeared inexplicably, and the young Lan Yuemei had the opportunity to become the holy son respected by thousands of people.

In fact, saints can also be selected, but there are too few people who can meet the standards of saints. Therefore, the disappearance of the saint lineage has ended the era of saints ruling Yanhuang Continent.

Qiao Yiqing closed her eyes again and gradually fell into a dream.

This dream was very deep and long. She seemed to have lost consciousness, and even her vigilance was wiped away.

It seemed like a century had passed before Qiao Yiqing slowly opened her eyes. The strong light in her eyes made her feel a little dazed.

When the maids who had been waiting by the bed saw this, they hurriedly saluted: "Slave, please give your regards to the princess."

Qiao Yiqing raised her hand meaningfully, then rubbed her sleepy temples: "What time is it now?"

"Back to the princess, it's already noon. I hope the princess will move to the main hall to have dinner."

Qiao Yiqing squinted her eyes to look at the dazzling sunlight coming in from the window, and then she woke up and fell asleep for a long time.

She stood up, held out her hand for them to help her get dressed, and went to the dressing table to comb her hair.

Qiao Yiqing looked at herself in the mirror. When her eyes moved to her neck, she paused and shouted in shock: "My pendant!!!"

She suddenly stood up from the chair, her face turned pale with fright.

He touched his neck with both hands and looked around in panic.

The palace maid waiting on the side was so frightened that she shivered and asked in a trembling voice: "Princess, what are you looking for?"

Qiao Yiqing's eyes narrowed, and her pupils almost burst into flames: "Have you seen my pendant? The pendant hanging around my neck?"

Several palace maids shook their heads hurriedly.

Qiao Yiqing was anxious to death, and her whole body exuded anxiety.

The blood gourd is an artifact that identifies its owner, how could it disappear?

Qiao Yiqing turned her eyes and looked at the sky-breaking ax hanging on the wall, feeling even more puzzled.

Even the Sky-Breaking Ax has not disappeared, so how could the Blood Gourd disappear?

No, something must have happened and she had to go out and look for it.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yiqing left a group of stunned palace maids behind and ran out quickly.

Yesterday, she went to the mourning hall. At that time, she remembered that the blood gourd was still hanging around her neck. Then she returned to the dormitory and slept on the bed.

She slept extremely well last night, not like her usual sleeping style.

You know, she was particularly startled and could feel the slightest movement.

But why?

Could it be that someone broke in last night and did something to her, so——

While Qiao Yiqing was thinking about this, she ran rampantly through the huge palace city, checking everywhere with her eyes, wishing she could turn the whole place upside down.

Because she was too impatient, the wind blew under her feet and she ran very fast, accidentally knocking away several women who were coming towards her.

"Ah——" Several screams came out in unison, frightening the birds flying in the trees.

"Ouch - who doesn't have eyes and dares to bump into my aunt!!!"

"Damn it, this lady is going to kill him!!!"

The three delicate ladies rolled to the ground and fell upside down. They grimaced in pain and cursed, ready to kill Qiao Yiqing.

But the two young ladies who were safe and sound next to them covered their mouths and chuckled, looking gloating.

When Qiao Yiqing heard the scream, she looked squarely at the women in front of her, looked at them with cold eyes, and apologized: "I'm very sorry for hurting the three girls. I hope you can forgive me."

"Forgive me!!! Did I hear you correctly? You actually asked me to forgive you!" One of the women in a yellow dress stood up, patted the hem of her skirt, and asked with her face flushed with anger.

Qiao Yiqing looked embarrassed. She didn't want to continue to entangle with them. She simply lowered her stance and sincerely apologized: "I was too reckless just now and bumped into a few ladies. There are a lot of ladies, please don't worry about me as a sex slave."

Such a humble tone will definitely be forgiven.

But - wrong.

From ancient times to the present, you have always bullied the weak and feared the strong. The weaker you are, the more she will push forward.

Obviously, as soon as Qiao Yiqing said these words, the eyes of several young ladies lit up, and a trace of surprise flashed across their faces.

It turns out that she is a sex slave!

Haha, since they are sex slaves, they don't have to worry too much. Although they are in the palace of His Royal Highness the Holy Son, it is certainly not difficult to teach sex slaves casually with their status.

At this time, the other two women also got up from the ground and stared at Qiao Yiqing with arrogant expressions. After looking her up and down, they spoke.

"Hmph, you bitch slave actually bumped into my lady. Today, my lady is going to teach you a lesson." The woman in the red dress said, already rolling up her sleeves and raising her palm, just as she was about to land on Qiao Yiqing's face.

Qiao Yiqing lowered her head, lowered her voice, and persuaded: "Misses, I'm really in a hurry right now. If you want to settle accounts after autumn, can you choose another day?"

Seeing that Qiao Yiqing actually avoided her attack and even told her to choose another day to lecture her, such a frivolous attitude made the woman in red a little stunned.

"Oh, you are such an interesting bitch slave, how dare you tell us when to teach someone a lesson! Sister Qiu, I think a sex slave has climbed on top of you." The woman in Tsing Yi who was standing aside watching the show covered her mouth softly.

He smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyebrows.

The woman in the red dress who was called Sister Qiu was so angry that her breath froze and her whole body became angry.

"Hmph, if I don't peel off your skin today, my surname will not be Ning!" As she said that, the woman in the red dress raised her palm again, and a dazzling flame burst out of her palm.

This force was going to maim Qiao Yiqing's face.

Seeing such vicious methods, Qiao Yiqing's eyes narrowed, and the Nether Fire in her hand was already ready to go out——

At this moment——

"Stab——" A sharp sound suddenly sounded.

I saw a crystal clear ice thorn stuck in the hand of the woman in the red dress.

The blood instantly gushes out and dyes the ice spikes red, making it look a bit charming.
Chapter completed!