The two women surely didn’t believe his nonsense.
"Certainly, young master, feel free to chat about anything, but for now..." Su Qingdai nodded and glanced at the strange flower in her hand that resembled the bright moon, "Could you lend us a sharp short blade? Our Sumeru Objects are with that fairy, and she seems distrustful."
Zhao Rong was quite curious as well, nodded, and looked at Zhao Qian’er, who then took out two ordinary short swords and handed one to each, Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu.
The next moment, both women simultaneously raised their Jade Hands, brandished the short swords, and lightly slashed across the pads of their middle fingers.
Drops of fresh blood fell, landing on the bizarre, pristine Bright Moon Flower.
Then, a miraculous sight unfolded, as the snow-white petals, upon contact with the offered blood, remained uncontaminated, still as pure as ever.
Su Qingdai spoke softly, "This is a tradition of the Li Territory, this is the Cold Palace Moon Flower, virgin blood cannot stain her."
Just then, Zhao Qian’er suddenly approached the quiet Luo Xiu, yanked the butterfly ornament from her hair.
Zhao Rong looked on with curiosity.
"It’s poisoned," Zhao Qian’er declared.
"Are you trying to kill me? A beauty trap? Sorry to ask a possibly foolish question, but who put you up to this?"
Zhao Rong was also quite curious, nodded, and looked at Zhao Qian’er, who then took out two ordinary short swords, handing one each to Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu.
The very next second, both women simultaneously raised their Jade Hands, brandished the short swords, and lightly sliced through the pads of their middle fingers.
Tiny droplets of blood fell down, landing on the strange, pristine Bright Moon Flower.
Then, a miraculous event occurred, as the snow-white petals, upon contact with the blood offered, remained untainted, still as white as ever.
Su Qingdai spoke softly, "This is a tradition of the Li Territory, this is the Cold Palace Moon Flower, virgin blood cannot stain her."
At that moment, Zhao Qian’er suddenly approached the serene Luo Xiu and pulled at the butterfly hairpin on her head.
Zhao Rong looked on, curious.
"It’s poisoned," Zhao Qian’er stated.
Zhao Rong frowned, looked at Zhao Qian’er, who had just handed out two ordinary short swords to Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu.
The next second, the two women simultaneously raised their Jade Hands, brandished the short swords, and gently cut across the pads of their middle fingers.
Little droplets of blood fell, landing on the bizarre, pristine Bright Moon Flower.
Then, a miraculous event happened, the snow-white petals, having come into contact with the blood offered, remained unsullied, as white as ever.
Su Qingdai said softly, "This is a tradition of the Li Territory, this is the Cold Palace Moon Flower, virgin blood cannot stain her."
Zhao Rong nodded. He was quite curious, nodded, and looked at Zhao Qian’er, who had just handed out two ordinary short swords to Su Qingdai and Luo Xiu.
The very next second, both women simultaneously raised their Jade Hands, brandished the swords, and gently cut across the pads of their middle fingers.
Tiny droplets of blood fell, landing on that strange, pristine Bright Moon Flower.
Then, an extraordinary event took place; the snow-white petals, upon contact with the blood offered, remained untarnished, still as white as ever.
Su Qingdai spoke softly, "This is a tradition of the Li Territory, this is the Cold Palace Moon Flower, virgin blood cannot stain her."
Zhao Rong nodded. At that moment, Zhao Qian’er suddenly approached the tranquil Luo Xiu and pulled at the butterfly hairpin on her head.
Zhao Rong looked on, curious.
"It’s poisoned," Zhao Qian’er stated.
"Are you trying to kill me? A beauty trap? Sorry to ask a possibly foolish question, but who put you up to this?"
At that moment, Zhao Qian’er suddenly approached the tranquil Luo Xiu, pulling at the butterfly hairpin on her head.
Zhao Rong, driven by curiosity, looked on.
"It’s poisoned," Zhao Qian’er declared.
"Are you trying to kill me? A beauty trap? Sorry to ask a possibly foolish question, but who put you up to this?"
"It’s poisoned," Zhao Qian’er declared.
"Are you trying to kill me? A beauty trap? Sorry to ask a possibly foolish question, but who put you up to this?"
"Are you trying to kill me? A beauty trap? Sorry to ask a possibly foolish question, but who put you up to this?"