When the sound of teeth trembling penetrated into the eardrums, even Ye Jin was shocked. People who practice martial arts were never particularly afraid of the chills. Even if they were shirtless in the twelfth month of winter, they would not be as cold as this.

However, these black-clothed shadow guards with profound martial arts in front of them were obviously too cold to resist. They subconsciously hugged their bodies tightly, and their bodies were trembling so hard that they could hardly control them.

Jiuqing stopped moving and stood in front of the black-clothed shadow guards, his voice as cold as snow: "No matter who you have ordered, this is the first and last time."

No one spoke, and they couldn't speak. The fighting was trembling violently, and the giggling sound was heard very clearly.

"This is not the place you should come." Jiu Qing said, "If there is another time, I don't mind letting you experience the feeling of practicing in the cold pond."

The taste of practicing in the cold pond...

Ye Jin frowned slightly. These men in black were not the shadow guards of Xiling, but the killers from the Southern tribe?

As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, the men in black, who were full of solemnity and murderous aura, had all knelt down and kowtowed at Jiuqing. Although the frost and snow were covered in body looked embarrassed, their etiquette was so respectful that they could not find any flaws.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that they have received rigorous court training at a glance.

"This is a little punishment." Jiuqing turned around, his voice as cold as snow. "I use my own energy to drive away the cold. After the middle of the day, I don't want you to stay in Xiling."

As the words finished, Jiuqing had already walked in front of Ye Jin.

Ignoring Wuji and Yingyi and others' almost dull expressions, she said lightly: "Let's go back, and the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion will go to another day."

Ye Jin nodded, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the black-clothed shadow guard who was already sitting cross-legged in front, "If you don't plan to deal with them, will it be dangerous to keep them here?"

"There is no danger." Jiu Qing said, "They are the ones who blame it for the danger."

Wu Ji was so proud that he heard this.

He finally realized that he had really misunderstood the situation before. Miss Jiuqing was not as gentle as water? This was simply a domineering person.

People should not behave like appearance...

The ancients did not deceive me.

But what is the skill that can make people condense a layer of frost and snow on their bodies? Why hasn't he heard of it before?

Even the Xuanbing Palm, which is famous in the world, does not seem to be so powerful.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind. It was not until I returned to the palace that Wu Ji thought of the most critical question - if Miss Jiuqing was really so powerful, what would his master do?

Can she still fall in love with his master?

If you have the opportunity to be with Miss Jiuqing in the future, will His Highness, the proud master of his family, feel inferior?

Thinking of these problems that are likely to face in the future, Wu Ji frowned and couldn't help but start to be deeply entangled again.

Jiuqing had nothing to say, and returned to the royal palace and went straight back to Jingxinyuan. Ye Jin followed her and did not leave.

Wu Ji thought about it and wanted to follow him, but Ye Jin stopped him with only a cold look.

Wu Ji couldn't help but feel a little depressed, but he knew the measure and lowered his head and said, "I'm going to leave first."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Miss." Zi Mo walked out of the house and said respectfully, "I have placed her in the next room, but she is so fussy that she keeps shouting to go home."
Chapter completed!