"Yes, I want to be number one."
"Heh, so then Prince Jin can command other sects and do whatever he wants?"
Jing Zhe sneered.
Then Qiu Qianqian shook her head: "What does the state of the imperial court have to do with me?"
Jing Zhe was slightly taken aback: Yes, from her perspective, the imperial court had done her no favors, so why would she care so much?
Then, out of curiosity, he asked, "You said you didn't want to do anything immoral for the Prince of Jin, but you wanted to get first place for him. Isn't that a contradiction?"
Qiu Qianqian shook her head and then said, "Actually, Prince Jin once promised us that as long as the sect leader agreed, he would cure the Half-Moon Powder poison whenever any disciple in the sect got married. Later, after the martial arts tournament, he promised that as long as someone could help Tongtianque win first place, he would grant that person a favor!"
Jing Zhe immediately said, "You never thought about getting married before, so you couldn't get the antidote. Therefore, you want to get the antidote from Prince Jin without falling out with him by winning first place?"
"Don't you think it's okay?"
"From your perspective, it should be okay..."
Jing Zhe continued, "Perhaps we are in different circumstances, so we think about problems from different angles. When I think about it, I think about how the Prince of Jin will harm the people after he gains power, while you may only think about yourself!"
"Myself?"
After hearing this, Qiu Qianqian gave a cold laugh, feeling a sense of desolation in her heart.
Perhaps, as Jing Zhe said, everyone has a different perspective, and she wasn't as noble as some people think. She had previously planned to win the martial arts tournament and obtain the antidote…
Just a moment ago, when she heard that Jing Zhe was going to Jinxi without hesitation, she was worried. If he went to Jinxi, it would be easy for the Prince of Jin to kill him. He wouldn't even need to send her to do it, since there were many experts in Tongtianque.
She suddenly had an idea: to win first place in the martial arts tournament, and then beg the Prince of Jin to spare him…
She didn't know why she had such a crazy idea, but even so, the man who could disregard his own health and give up the antidote for the Half-Moon Powder had wronged her.
I feel like crying for no reason.
I've never felt this way before.
No one had ever made her feel wronged or aggrieved before, because they all died before they could even make her feel that way.
But Jing Zhe did just that.
And she had no way to do anything about it.
She lowered her head slightly, pressing it against his chest, letting the tears in her eyes flow silently down her cheeks. She gritted her teeth, wanting to leave him cruelly, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
When she looked up again, her face had returned to normal.
"Yes, I am a vixen, so naturally I only think of myself. So, I beg you to help me practice my skills. Will you practice or not?"
"..."
With his attitude changed, Jing Zhe didn't know what to say.
"Didn't you like them a lot just now?"
"..."
"Mmm~"
Serves you right for bullying me!
I'll teach you to leave me!
You've wronged me!
You're asking for it!
That'll teach you to disobey me!
"ah!"
Suddenly, Qiu Qianqian screamed, her body jolted, and she quickly sat up, glaring angrily at Jing Zhe.
"Why...why do you bite people?"
"Huff~ Huff~"
Jing Zhe was panting heavily, his flushed face covered in sweat, and it took him a while to recover.
"You vixen, are you trying to harm me? If I don't bite you, I'll let you suffocate!"
"..."
Qiu Qianqian's cheeks flushed slightly as she retorted, "But you clearly liked them a lot just now!"
"Pah! I like to eat, but I can't stuff myself to death!"
"..."
Qiu Qianqian took a breath, the blush on her face faded a little, and then blinked her big eyes and said, "Let's practice!"
"..."
Jing Zhe felt that calling Qiu Qianqian a witch was not an exaggeration at all; her personality was just too unpredictable.
One moment she's affectionate, the next she's lively, then she's profound, then she's melancholic, and then she becomes fiery.
This... what normal man could stand it?
Therefore, he righteously and firmly refused, saying, "I won't practice!"
"Oh? You don't want to?"
"In no mood!"
Qiu Qianqian didn't believe him. Her gaze traveled down his strong chest, and then she muttered to herself, "Hmm...it seems you're saying one thing and meaning another!"
"..."
(639 words omitted here...)
Then, the harmonious sounds of zither and lute filled the room once again.
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