The sound of the midnight clappers could be heard from afar, but the candlelight in the west wing of the palace was still bright.

The black hair on Mo Xuan's forehead was soaked with sweat and stuck to her pale cheeks.

She stared at the row of crystal glass balls beside the bed, with an almost paranoid fire burning in her eyes.

"Come again."

A trace of blood oozed from her bitten lip, but she was completely unaware of it.

Mo Xuan used her slender fingers to re-lay the North Sea shark silk paper, took a deep breath, and slowly sat on it.

The hard touch of the glass ball came through the cushion. She tensed her waist and began to swing rhythmically.

One, two, three... By the seventh time, the edge of the North Sea shark silk paper finally began to loosen.

On the tenth stroke, she suddenly stood up and the papers spread out.

Although it is not as perfect as Lianxing's, it has indeed become a rough fan.

“It’s still too slow.”

Mo Xuan grabbed the scattered stack of Beihai shark silk paper and crumpled it into a ball, then used his fingernails to pinch a crescent-shaped blood mark on his palm.

Outside the window, the wind blew through the bamboo forest, and the rustling sound was like the tribesmen whispering.

She rearranged the paper and sat down again.

This time she closed her eyes and imagined herself back in the Valley of Ten Thousand Spiders.

The ancestor once taught her: "Xuan'er, weaving a web should be like the spring breeze blowing on the willows. It cannot be hasty or slow."

The swing of her waist gradually became rhythmic, and the Beihai shark silk paper made a slight friction sound under her body.

After countless attempts, she finally completed the paper fan within ten attempts.

Mo Xuan, however, showed no joy at all, but walked straight out of the room.

A moment later, when she returned, she had a basket of fresh eggs from the kitchen in her hands.

The eggshell shone like pearls in the candlelight, and was so fragile that it seemed like it would break at the slightest touch.

"If you want to intoxicate the Third Prince, you must do better."

She arranged the eggs carefully, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

On my first attempt, I heard a crisp sound after only the third swing.

The egg white flowed down the cushion, and the sticky touch reminded her of the blood oozing from her sister Mo Li's wound.

Mo Xuan bit her lower lip tightly, put on a new egg, and forced herself to slow down.

The swing of her waist became as long as flowing water, and the rustling sound of the North Sea shark silk paper gradually became in tune with the sound of raindrops outside the window.

By the seventh time, Mo Xuan suddenly felt dizzy.

"Can't stop!"

She grabbed the bedpost, and the handsome and sinister face of the Third Prince appeared before her eyes.

When the midnight drum sounded, Mo Xuan finally managed to make the egg intact after fifteen tries.

She stared at the intact eggs and suddenly made a sound that sounded like crying and laughing.

"It's not enough. Lianxing said it should be within ten strokes."

The candle wax piled up like a small mountain, and a green light gradually appeared through the window paper.

Mo Xuan's legs had lost feeling, and her waist felt so sore as if it had been pierced by thousands of poisonous needles.

But she still mechanically repeated the actions: spreading the paper, sitting down, swinging, and standing up.

At a certain moment, she seemed to see the old ancestor, the poisonous spider lady, standing in the corner, with a look of heartache in her eight eyes.

"Ancestor, Xuan'er can do it."

…

Swish!

As the sky began to turn pale, Mo Xuan stared blankly at the perfectly unfolded paper fan and the intact egg beneath him.

Nine times, only nine times.

She tried to stand up, but her legs gave way and she fell to her knees.

The bronze mirror reflected her current appearance. Her face was as pale as a ghost, her lips were cracked and bleeding, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.

Mo Xuan suddenly laughed, and the laughter echoed in the empty room, startling the sparrows perched outside the window.

"Zhao Lingzhen!"

She picked up an egg and suddenly crushed it hard.

"Just wait!"

The morning light filtered through the window screen, casting a golden hue on the scattered fragments of North Sea shark silk paper.

Mo Xuan leaned against the bed, looking at her trembling legs.

They no longer belong to her, but are tools of revenge.

This is just the beginning, as our ancestors always said: "Weaving a web is never done overnight."

…

After Mo Xuan cleaned up the mess in the house, there was a knock on the door.

The next moment, Lian Xing pushed the door open and walked in.

"Miss Lianxing, you've arrived just in time." Mo Xuan's voice was less awkward than yesterday.

Lian Xing looked up and saw six intact jade eggs neatly arranged on the edge of the bed, each padded with North Sea shark silk paper.

That is not an ordinary egg. The eggshell has a uniform thickness. It is a specially cultivated Yu Linglong egg, which is more fragile than ordinary eggs.

Five of them are intact, and one has a faint crack.

"Don't be too impatient, my lord. It will take at least several months to master the art of sitting on a paper fan."

"Please give me some advice, young lady."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Xuan had already sat down elegantly.

Lian Xing gasped. There was no cushion, and she actually sat directly on the eggs!

You should know that even the most skilled and talented girl in Yanyu Tower needs at least three months to adapt before she can do without cushions.

The first swing was like a willow in the breeze, and Lian Xing seemed to see Mo Xuan's waist was as soft as if it had no bones.

The second and third times, the shark silk paper began to make a slight rustling sound.

By the sixth time, Lian Xing could no longer control herself and leaned forward.

This is impossible!

Back then, the chief instructor of Misty Rain Tower needed at least twelve strokes to reach this level, and that was only with the orb.

This egg is much more difficult to make. It is unimaginable that it can reach such a level after just one night of practice.

“Swish!”

At the moment the seventh stroke ended, a stack of paper unfolded perfectly like a peacock spreading its tail.

Mo Xuan stood up smoothly, and the six eggs below were intact, not even the tiny crack had expanded at all.

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