Long Yue smiled gracefully and stepped forward: "Shut up? Lady Jinfu, aren't we of the same rank? What gives you the right to tell me to shut up?"
Zhi Jin tightened her fist, suppressing the urge to punch her, gritting her teeth: "Just because you're a daughter born out of wedlock!"
"Oh, I'm a daughter out of wedlock. And you, Lady? What are you, a stray dog?"
"You..."
Zhi Jin wished she could tear Long Yue's mouth, and just as she was about to attempt it, she suddenly saw a figure approaching from the distant corner!
Her eyes turned, flashing a sinister look, she stepped forward a few paces, standing just inches away from Long Yue.
"Wei Yunyan, do you think winning with mere words is victory?"
"Oh? What else? Lady Jinfu, if you can't even win a war of words with me, how will you compete for favor?"
"Bitch!"
Zhi Jin, humiliated, grabbed Long Yue's wrist forcefully, pinching her, causing Long Yue pain as she struggled slightly.
