Bab 937: The Palace Mistress

The Palace Mistress wanted nothing more than to slap Yun Chujiu to death. She slapped the stone table instead and said, "Nonsense! When did I admit that you were his wife?"

"Mother didn't you just say it?! You just said that brother Beiming had a wife and forgot about her mother!" Yun Chujiu looked at the crack on the stone table and curled her lips. What a prodigal woman, slapping the table for fun whenever she had nothing to do.

"I, I was just using a metaphor. Do you understand what a metaphor is?! You can't even understand basic languages, what a waste!" The Palace Mistress said angrily.

Yun Chujiu was not angry and continued to smile, "Oh, so it was a metaphor. I thought you had accepted things! After all, I am about to meet the condition that you proposed earlier."

The Palace Mistress sneered, "You're about to complete it? You are only at the first level of the spiritual emperor realm, how can you meet my condition? You are overestimating yourself!"