Quick Wear: The host is a jerk again and runs away

Chapter 501: What is the Daughter of the State Lord?

Ye Fuling pretended to be calm while struggling, and said angrily: "Ji Wuchen! Let me go! I am the daughter of the state lord, you can't do this to me!"

Before Ji Wuchen could say anything, Luo Jing sneered disdainfully, with a murderous look between his brows.

"What is a mere state lord's daughter? Do you think you are useful? Do you believe that if I skin you alive today, your father, the state lord, won't even dare to say a word?"

Ye Fuling's face turned pale instantly, and unprecedented fear flashed in her eyes. She could no longer maintain her pretended arrogance, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Brother Wuchen, I was wrong, I was really wrong! I shouldn't have been jealous, and I shouldn't have ruined your plan. Please, for my father's sake, forgive me this time!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't dare let them fall, fearing that the slightest sign of weakness would worsen her situation.

Ji Wuchen's eyes were as cold as frost, without the slightest wavering. He slowly approached and said in a cold voice, "Yesterday I told you that this palace master's affairs have nothing to do with you. Is it because this palace master has ignored you over the years that you feel more and more that you can be so presumptuous as to become the mistress of Wuchen Palace?"

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and waved, and an invisible force instantly enveloped Ye Fuling. Her body was like a kite with a broken string, and she was thrown heavily to the ground. Severe pain came from her limbs and the sound of broken bones was crisp and audible, echoing all around.

Ye Fuling's body fell heavily to the ground. She curled up into a ball amidst the flying dust. The severe pain made her cry out heart-wrenchingly. She stretched out her hand to try to grab something, but could only grab a handful of dust and air. Every breath was as painful as being cut by a knife.

"Brother Wu Chen... I, I really know I was wrong..." Her voice was intermittent and mixed with sobs, and her tears mixed with mud blurred her face.

She struggled to kneel, but fell down again due to the pain of broken bones. She could only touch the ground with her forehead and kowtow to beg for mercy, "Please, please... let me go..."

There was no warmth in Ji Wuchen's eyes. He glanced at Ye Fuling coldly, as if he was looking at an insignificant speck of dust.

Then, he opened his thin lips slightly, and said in a cold and resolute voice: "Take her away and throw her out of the palace. Without the permission of this palace master, no one is allowed to let her step into Wuchen Palace again."

Before he finished speaking, two strong disciples stepped forward, roughly lifted up Ye Fuling's arms, and dragged her out of the hall, ignoring her face distorted by pain and her desperate struggle.

Ye Fuling's clothes left messy traces in the dust. She used up her last bit of strength to look back, but only caught a glimpse of an indifferent back.

Ji Wuchen ordered: "Notify her father, the governor of the state, to come and take her away. Don't let her die in front of my Wuchen Palace, which will only bring bad luck."

"Yes."

Luo Jing clicked his tongue twice and said nonchalantly, "Your three thousand kilograms of spirit beast meat are all ruined. Now there are only three days left. What should we do?"

Ji Wuchen said expressionlessly: "Don't think I don't know you have a backup plan. In three days, I can find at most 1,000 kilograms. The rest is up to you."

"Okay, let's go. Don't forget to prepare the formations, talismans and other things. Don't just eat." Luo Jing waved his hand, but did not refute the fact that he had a backup plan. He left with a stern look on his face.

Ji Wuchen felt extremely bad when he saw the rotten meat all over the hall.

He was just about to collect the spirit beast meat today and ask for credit from Axue. Now, let alone asking for credit, it would be a blessing if she didn't know about it. It was embarrassing.

"Clean up the rotten meat in the hall, and prepare another 1,000 kilograms of spirit beast meat and put it in the cold room. If there is any mistake again this time, you will be beheaded."

"Yes!"

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