Seeing this situation, Mu Ge sensed something was wrong. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Junior Sister Qinghe, you're wrong to say that. When you came to the training class that day, you were escorted by two important figures, Lord Nan and Lord Sufeng. How could we dare to say anything? Besides, even if we did say something, everyone saw it, it's the truth, how could it be a rumor? Didn't Junior Sister Qinghe come to the training class because of Lord Sufeng's support?"
His words were full of irony.
The previously wavering bystanders instantly snapped back to reality and looked at Qinghe with disdain.
All the maids here got in through their own hard work; they would never respect someone who got in through connections.
Mu Ge curled his lips, regaining his aura, a triumphant glint in his eyes.
Qinghe stood there, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair and robes, remaining silent for a long time.
Just when everyone thought she had nothing to say, Qinghe said calmly, "You know very well what kind of relationship I have with Lord Sufeng, and the position of Empress means nothing to me." She casually picked up a porcelain vase and played with it, but her eyes were looking at Muge with a half-smile, "So what about you? Are you interested in becoming Empress?"
Mu Ge looked at her suspiciously: "What do you mean?"
Qinghe put down the porcelain bottle, looked at the bright sunshine overhead, and said to everyone, "It would be a shame not to see a good show on such a beautiful day."
After speaking, she waved her sleeve, revealing her spiritual power. Her sleeves fluttered, and a moment later, a translucent white mirror appeared in mid-air. However, what was reflected inside was not a person, but an elegant room.
Mu Ge took a few seconds to react, then her eyes widened in shock. This was actually her room!
Mu Ge's room was shared by three people. The scene was set at night, with the candles extinguished and the room pitch black. However, it was not difficult to see that the person standing in the center of the room was Mu Ge.
At this moment, Mu Ge in the mirror was wearing a magnificent white brocade robe. Judging from the patterns and decorations, it seemed to be the same style as the moon-white brocade robe worn by Su Feng Shenjun. On the table in front of him was a set of red wedding robes, which were gorgeous and seemed to be the attire for a wedding.
Mu Ge gently stroked her clothes with one hand, her eyelashes fluttering, her expression one of bliss, as if she were having a sweet dream.
"Divine Lord..."
She murmured softly, her voice exceptionally clear in the silent darkness.
She walked around the room mimicking the posture of a wedding procession, her accessories clinking together with each movement. The sound was quite loud, but the two people sleeping soundly inside showed no sign of waking up.
After admiring herself for a long time, she finally shed her heavy facade. As she went to bed to rest, her gentle smile gradually disappeared when her gaze swept over the two people sharing the room, replaced by a look of disdain and contempt. "The position of goddess can only belong to me alone, and only I can sit in the position of goddess queen. You lowly and despicable creatures are not worthy of being compared to me!"
After saying that, he gave a cold laugh, turned around, lay down, and fell asleep.
The image disappeared there, the mirror shattered, and Qinghe casually withdrew his spiritual power.
The air seemed to freeze, and after everyone came to their senses, the way they looked at Mu Ge had changed.
Mu Ge realized something was wrong and hurriedly explained, "That's not it! That's not it! I never said such a thing. It must be her. She must have used some trick to bewitch you. Please don't fall for it!"
She spoke urgently, stepped forward and grabbed Yu Tong's hand, "Junior Sister Yu Tong, you have always been my best friend. You must believe me, I am definitely not that kind of person."
Yu Tong looked at her hand that had been grabbed and received a slightly warning look from her. She hesitated for a moment and then explained for her, "Yes, teacher. Senior Sister Mu Ge has been in the training class for so long and has always worked very hard. She often helps us. You can't just believe what that newcomer says."
People began to support Mu Ge, after all, they had trained with Mu Ge for so long and were like sisters, so how could they easily believe Qing He's words?
However, some people disagreed and supported Qinghe. They had long been disgusted by Muge's excellence, as if no one could pay attention to others when she was around. Since she had just suffered a setback today, they took the opportunity to kick her while she was down, since someone else would take the blame anyway.
Opinions were divided, and the crowd began to stir.
Qinghe clapped his hands, and the crowd gradually stopped. "This matter is very simple. We just need to search where Muge lives to find out the truth."
Before he could finish speaking, Mu Ge retorted, "No, there's no such rule in the training class. You can just enter a room and search it."
Qinghe raised an eyebrow: "Are you scared?"
Mu Ge snorted coldly, "I'm afraid you'll resort to some dirty tricks to frame me again."
Si Xia, who had been silent until now, spoke up sharply: "Enough, we've seen the show, told the jokes, it's getting late, let's all go back to training."
Qinghe raised an eyebrow; was this a move to appease the situation and protect Muge?
Seeing that everyone was still standing there, unwilling to leave, Si Xia released her aura, "If you don't go back, I'll punish you by making you face the wall for a hundred years!"
Upon hearing this, everyone quickly left the courtyard.
As Mu Ge left, he glared fiercely at Qing He, as if to say that this matter was not over and that he should wait and see.
Qing returned her a calm look.
Noticing someone watching her, Qinghe focused her gaze on Si Xia and smiled, "Is there anything else, teacher?"
Si Xia gave her a deep look, then left with the words, "Remember to come to training tomorrow," before turning and leaving.
The courtyard returned to tranquility, and suddenly the aroma of wine wafted through the air. Qinghe looked at the brewing equipment he had spontaneously developed on the stone table and exclaimed happily, "Wow, another bottle is ready!"
After storing the brewed wine in a porcelain bottle, Qinghe took out two wine cups and set them out. As he poured the wine, he said loudly, "Having watched the show for so long, why don't you come down and have a drink?"
A moment later, a figure sat down opposite them, picked up a wine glass with slender fingers, sniffed the aroma, and praised, "Good wine, excellent craftsmanship."
While he was drinking, Qinghe silently put the remaining bottles of wine into her spatial storage, including the porcelain bottle that already contained two glasses of wine. "Just one more glass, no more."
Shen Xun almost choked on his wine. "You're so stingy!" There was clearly so much left.
Qinghe took a sip of wine. "Those aren't for drinking; they're for sale."
This time, Shen Xun was truly taken aback. "You really intend to make a living selling wine?"
Qinghe nodded very seriously.
Shen Xun put down his wine glass, looked at her, and said, "If you ask me, your man is so rich, why don't you let him support you? Why go through all this trouble?"
Qinghe shook her head. "In my opinion, a woman without a dowry will be looked down upon by the man."
Shen Xun: "How many years would it take you to sell wine to accumulate a dowry that matches your man's? I think you'd earn more by performing or selling elixirs."
Qinghe looked at the birds flying in the distance and said, “You’re right, but the problem is that I haven’t learned alchemy, and performing arts is too public. It’s easy for people to recognize that it’s a Qingyun Sect’s movement technique, which would make people think that our Qingyun Sect is so poor that we have to rely on our disciples to perform arts to make a living.”
Shen Xun curled his lip: "You're making it sound like things aren't the same now."
Qinghe looked away and said to him, "So, selling wine is my only way out now."
Shen Xun's persuasion failed, so he could only express his support.
After a long silence, Shen Xun asked again, "Are you just going to let them go so easily?"
Qinghe knew who he was talking about and calmly said, "People should know when to stop. Besides, how could someone as good-tempered as me do anything cruel to them?"
Shen Xun's lips twitched. "If I'm not mistaken, it was you who used the unique 'the mind creates the environment' skill of the jade pendant space to expose Mu Ge's true colors in that mirror just now, right?"
Qinghe had previously hinted at this to Muge, causing her to harbor both a longing for the Goddess and contempt for her fellow disciples. These were the darkest thoughts in her heart, and once they surfaced, Qinghe would catch them, which is why such a good show happened.
Qinghe swirled the wine glass, and the clear, mirror-like surface of the wine rippled.
Seeing that she acquiesced, Shen Xun smiled helplessly and focused on drinking.
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