As these words were spoken, Yang Wenxiao's gaze grew colder.
Unable to hold back any longer, Qiao Xiaomai turned around to look at Qingye, curled her lips into a smile, "As a part of the Heavenly Empire, Daqi fears no challenge and is unconstrained by any rules. Do we really seem like anyone, even riffraff, can just come over and stir up trouble?"
While speaking, Qiao Xiaomai pointed at Qingye, her small face full of provocation, "A contest, is it? Fine, let's do this, whoever loses must kowtow three times and from then on, whenever they see the victor, they must take a detour to avoid them. Prince Qingye, do you dare?"
Qiao Xiaomai's face was enchantingly beautiful, not seeming like that of a decent woman, but at this moment, her charming features took on a fierce expression, which was quite provocative.