Now, look at the entire Sanquan Zongfu.
Ye Qingluo is the only woman who can be used by Sanquanzong.
The night is clear and shallow.
Ye Qingling's life and death are unknown.
Only Miss Seven, a good-for-nothing whom all of them looked down upon, became the current winner.
It's not just that people from the Ye family who are against her have been squeezed into their current fate.
He flourished in Shangxuan Academy again.
The ancestors naturally understood who the Ye family wanted to please.
However, Ye Qingluo is not what Ye Qingluo was back then.
She will not forget about the things that brought her endless pain because of the slightest favor from her ancestors.
An ancestral hall, just want to buy her
The ancestors thought it was too simple.
What's more, even if she wants to go to the ancestral hall now, who can stop her
Seeing that Ye Qingluo didn't speak for a long time, Yuchi who followed closely behind, finally found the source of the suppressed anger in his heart: "Miss Seven, the old ancestor is only thinking of you, and you treat the old lady with such an attitude. Ancestor? What about the etiquette taught you since childhood?"
The face that pretended to be gentle and elegant was distorted and ferocious at this moment, with a hint of hostility in the brows and eyes.
Ye Qing paused.
The ancestors and Ye Fengyu behind him also stopped in their footsteps.
A row of more than forty people turned their heads in unison and looked at Mrs. Yuchi.
Seeing that the ancestor also stopped, Yuchi thought that the ancestor could not suppress his anger towards Ye Qingluo, and wanted to go along with her.
A schadenfreude sneer appeared on his face again: "You have the appearance of a wild child if you have a father and no mother, but Miss Seven, after all, you are the daughter of the Sanquan sect and the future suzerain. Every word and deed represents the Sanquan sect."
While speaking, the ancestor's eyes became more and more gloomy, and his wrinkled old face faintly twitched.
He was about to yell at him.
But he was stopped by a small white hand.
Ye Qingluo smiled sweetly, and shook her head at her ancestor: "Let her finish."
The ancestor wanted to please Ye Qingluo at this time, so naturally he would not refute Ye Qingluo's request.
The old ancestor didn't stop, and Yuchi's eyes became more and more cold: "Miss Seven, how about this, I'll find some royal aunts for you to teach you etiquette, and don't lose face to our Ye family."
After that, he smiled in the direction of the old ancestor in a flattering manner: "Ancestor, you say yes."
The old ancestor clenched his fingers tightly on the cane, and his eagle eyes shone with a sharp luster.
After staring at Yuchi for a long time, Yuchi, who was blinded by hatred, could not sense the emotions of his ancestors.
She also never received any message from her ancestor telling her to shut up.
At this moment, Ye Qingluo had passed the ancestor and walked directly to the Yuchi family.
Yuchi shivered with fright, his calf went weak.
"Etiquette? Do you think you have the face to talk about etiquette with me?"
Ye Qingluo squinted her cold eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up, drawing a cold arc of sarcasm: "Speaking of losing the face of the Ye family, a big sister who was born by a father and taught by her mother deserves it."
She slowly raised her hand, and lightly patted Captain Chi's shoulder, her face indifferent: "However, I really can't blame Eldest Sister. All this, Eldest Sister learned from Second Aunt you."
"Look, the man who robs his own sister, makes trouble with men regardless of the occasion, and even shamelessly seduces the younger brother of the previous man... Tsk tsk, only the second aunt can teach such a perfect... female branch girl. "
Whenever the word "Second Aunt" was mentioned, Ye Qingluo said it with extra effort.