The little princess of the Seventh Prince's Mansion timidly pulled the sleeve of Princess Minghuang: "Sister, she has a good relationship with King Qinglian, is the sweetheart of Emperor Qing, and is favored by demons and gods. Don't say that."
Princess Minghuang looked at the little princess with disgust: "The demon god is moody and has an unstable temperament. Today I want to change my taste and think human women are not bad. Tomorrow I may fall in love with other outstanding women.
Not to mention the Nine Realms Thousand Tribes and Shenyue, Changsheng Yama and other places, the most indispensable thing is outstanding women.
Furthermore, I am not wrong, the human race is already well-known for being vulgar, and it is not just my prejudice."
There is a strong contrast in the personalities of the two princesses. The Minghuang princess is harsh and arrogant, while the younger princess is gentle and gentle.
Qingge didn't seem to hear Princess Minghuang's slightly difficult words. When she led the people to sit down, the Seventh Princess pointed to their seats.
This seat is very particular, and Qingge also knows what the lower seat means. Only people of the same lineage would sit there.
The Seventh Princess was convinced that Qing Ge would not dare to cause trouble again, so she smiled and said: "Ge'er, sit here. I heard that you like to drink. The prince even took out all the wine that had been stored for more than ten years, just to make you happy today.
one time."
Qingge's eyes were silent and Jiuci gritted his teeth with a dark face, holding back his anger.
He only listens to his sister.
With Ge'er's order, he could overthrow the Seventh Prince's Mansion.
I remember when he was a ghost hunter, he wielded a soul-eating scythe, drank blood before returning, and was invincible in battles. The evil bones in his body made the ghosts in the Shenhuang Monument tremble with fear.
With his strength at that time, it was more than enough to overthrow the seven princes' palaces. Just when he was about to leave his hometown and go out of the Nine Realms to the vast sea and the sky, the appearance of Qing Ge made all the changes unexpected.
He never thought that he would seal the soul-eating scythe that had been with him for many years and the "comrades" who had been accompanied by blood, and personally drive 108 soul-eating nails into the uncontrollable evil bones.
"You are all tired, so take your seats first. We will discuss the details of the acknowledgment of our ancestors later. The cook in the palace spent a lot of money to invite her from other clans, but she left a table of delicacies indifferent."
The Seventh Palace King said with a smile.
Qing Ge's bright red lips pursed into a straight line, and she looked at the Seventh Palace King with a happy smile with slanted eyes indifferently.
Does this hypocritical grandpa really don’t know, or is he deliberately pretending?
How could she be a concubine if she is always proud?
The Five Kings and Thunder Gods are her disciples, and their close friends are the Qinglian King, the Evil Palace Ghost King, and the Shenhuang Hou. Would they really take a fancy to the identity of a concubine lady from the palace of Shenyue Capital Palace?
Qing Ge was not upset at all, as he would not fulfill the wish of the Seventh Princess, and would not let Yan Bingtong and Jiu Ci suffer such injustice in the palace.
Just when Qing Ge was about to speak, the Ye Clan was sitting at the table. Three people, including the Ye Clan's aunt, stood up from their seats. The ancestor waved his hand towards Qing Ge, with a naughty smile on his old cheeks: "Girl
, come here, sit here."
Princess Minghuang frowned: "Mr. Ye, the seats are all according to the rules. There is a lot of detail in them. Today is a great day for the Scarlet Flame Spirit Girl and the two humans to recognize their ancestors and return to their clan. How can you be so careless?
sit?
Isn’t it chaos!”
The ancestor saw Princess Minghuang and immediately stopped laughing like a magic trick: "Princess Minghuang, do you mean to say that I have lived for tens of thousands of years, but I can't compare to you, a yellow-haired girl with a lifespan of several decades?
Is it you who has lost your etiquette, or is it me?"
The tea cup in the ancestor's hand hit the table hard with a loud thud, which made the little princess who was closer lowered her head and trembled even more.
"King of the Seventh Palace, when did I need to look at your daughter's face before speaking?"
The ancestor said: "I have long heard the name of Empress Ye of Tianyu, and also heard that she is about to recognize her ancestor and return to the clan. I am happy for her and came here to see her.
Logically speaking, she is your granddaughter. Isn't it okay for me to have a drink with your granddaughter?"
The King of the Seventh Palace smiled and said: "In that case, Ge'er, just sit with Ye Lao. Ye Lao has a kind heart and has a longevity of ten thousand years. He has a great reputation among thousands of clans.
If you want to break through your origin and join the Thousand Clan in the future, you have to learn from Ye Lao. If you can join the Ye Clan, it will be a good thing."
Among the thousands of races, there are some races that, like Shenyue, do not accept cultivators who have broken through from other planes. Each has a very unique reason.
For example, Shenyuedu's reason is that it hates cultivators from low-level planes and believes that the blood in cultivators' bodies is dirty.
Moreover, Shenyue has an unwritten rule, that is, it cannot marry a human race.
Over thousands of years, some elves did not control their emotions and got married to human cultivators. Most of the marriages were cursed.
As usual, the human race mentioned here refers to the cultivators of the planes below the Nine Realms.
It is said that in all the planes below the Nine Realms, due to martial arts civilization, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and the air breathed in and out by cultivators, are not pure enough.
After living in such a bad environment for many years, a cultivator's body will become extremely dirty. If he had an offspring with an elf, wouldn't it be an insult to the ancestors of the elf family?
The King of the Seventh Palace's words had a profound meaning. If he really had Qingge's interests in mind, he would definitely bring Qingge to the Divine Moon Capital. However, due to Qingge's status as a human race, he would not do such a thing.
At that time, he will not only offend Yun Shen, but also the dignitaries of Shenyue City.
If a human race lives in the Seventh Prince's Mansion as a grandson for a long time, it will only waste the sacred resources in Shenyue City.
Hearing this, Jiu Ci's thin lips curled up into a cold and contemptuous smile. Yan Bingtong's hand holding the scepter tightened a little, suppressing the anger that was about to burst out and burying it in the deepest part of her eyes.
Qingge didn't take it seriously and took a seat next to her ancestor. Probably the ancestor knew that she would be wronged in the palace and came here from the Qian clan.
She had seen the list of banquets at the Seventh Prince's Palace, and there was no Night Clan in it. The ancestor went to the meeting alone, and even took the Sea Clan's seat, just because he didn't want her to sit in the seat of a commoner's child.
Even her ancestors knew something, as her grandfather, would the King of the Seventh Palace not think of it?
The King of the Seventh Palace is not a dull person.
Furthermore, speaking of what happened back then, the Seventh Princess was indeed abominable.
However, without the ruthlessness and unrighteousness of the Seventh Palace King to add fuel to the flames, how could the grandfather be forced into desperate situations again and again?
The King of the Seventh Palace is an old fox, very shrewd.
"The wine in this palace is too good to be tasted. Little girl, when you come to Qianzu, I will let you see the world. What is delicious wine?"
The ancestor winked at Qingge, just like a living treasure.
Qing Ge suddenly felt helpless and chuckled. This ancestor was as arrogant as ever, letting his mood dictate everything.