The blood was fresh. Judging from the color, it was likely she had stained her sleeve not too long ago. It was still bright red and wet.
Mu Ruxue noticed what Ye Qingtang was looking at, and raised her hand to examine her sleeve. A trace of a smile suddenly appeared on her lips.
"Ah, I'm so careless. I've dirtied my clothes." Mu Ruxue raised her head and looked at Ye Qingtang. "Jiang Yiran has already laid down his life to beg me to have mercy on you in the arena. Clearly he knows you are no match for me. I thought you would not dare to enter the arena since you asked him to plead with me. I didn't expect you… to be so pathetically stupid. Surely you don't think… I'll let you off just because Jiang Yiran came to apologize to me?"
Mu Ruxue's words took Ye Qingtang by surprise. Jiang Yiran had apologized to Mu Ruxue?
What was going on?
"What do you mean?" Ye Qingtang asked calmly.