Evil Consort in the Great Era

"What happened to her?"

"Yeah, why are you not moving?"

"I don't think so. Is he scared?"

Mo Xiyan stood on the small stage for a long time without moving an inch, causing the people below to discuss among themselves.

Mo Jingyuan, who was standing beside her, slightly tilted her head and softly muttered, "Mo Xiyan, I want to see how you'll win!"

On the other side was the eldest daughter, Wang Qianrou. She was not familiar with the Mo sisters, so after stepping on stage, she did not look in their direction.

However, she was too close, she just picked up the tea leaves and put them into the teapot, when she looked up, she saw Mo Xiyan standing there, stunned.

She frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and called out to her softly, "Miss Mo, why haven't you started?"

Mo Xiyan didn't think that Wang Qianrou would call her, and after a slight pause, she turned her head and said, "Oh, I'll start right away."

Seeing her say that, Wang Qianrou did not say anymore, but nodded his head, and continued to return her gaze.

Most of those present knew about the inside information, and only the Imperial Protector Princess was present.

She knew that someone had touched Mo Xiyan's tea. Although it was not at her instigation, she had already tacitly agreed. She would like to see how Mo Xiyan would win in such a situation, and how Murong Yu would say it out loud.

But to everyone's surprise, after pausing for a while, Mo Xiyan actually started to move.

Her brewing movements were as smooth as flowing water. As she raised her hand, the whole set of movements was completed.

Not long after, the fragrance of the tea wafted out. It would not be excessive to say that it was fragrant.

What was going on? Mo Jingyuan stopped what she was doing to make the tea, and looked at Mo Xiyan in disbelief. When she realized that he was seriously making tea, her eyes couldn't help but widen.

Her whole heart was about to stop from shaking. This was impossible, absolutely impossible. Wasn't the taste of the tea gone? How did she cook it?

Just then, Mo Xiyan's head tilted, and met her gaze.

She smiled at Mo Jingyuan, and then lightly parted her lips, "Mo Jingyuan, you have lost for sure."

She did not make a sound, but Mo Jingyuan could read it.

Mo Jingyuan was so angry that her entire body was trembling. Damned bitch, she actually dared to say such things to me?

Due to her unstable mood, she stopped making the tea. After pausing for a few seconds, water started gushing out from the teapot.

The scalding water flowed down along the small stage and fell on Mo Jingyuan's feet.

"AHH!" She exclaimed and jumped up.

As soon as she moved, the teapot on the stage fell to the ground with a thud, shattering into pieces.

"What should I do if it's destroyed?" Mo Jingyuan exclaimed. If the teapot was broken, her tea would be ruined, and she would lose!

How could this be possible!?

At the same time, Mo Xiyan's side had already gradually entered a perfect state.

Although her original tea leaves had disappeared, the tea leaves in her spatial space were rich in spirituality and also contained wood gas s. Even if this tea leaves were brewed normally, it would be enough to earn her the best reputation.

She didn't want to use it because it would be unfair to others.

However, in this situation, she had no choice but to use it.

Actually, she had already known from the beginning that this was a trap Mo Jingyuan had set for her.

Since she was able to reach inside the princess' mansion, then don't blame her for using extraordinary methods.

Just as her tea was about to be boiled, Mo Jingyuan suddenly screamed.

"It must be you!"

As she spoke, she rushed to Mo Xiyan's stage and grabbed onto her sleeve, her expression ferocious, "Speak, is it you? You did it to me, didn't you? "

Mo Xiyan coldly looked at her, grabbed her wrist, and suddenly exerted her strength, "Little sister, stop joking around."

She shifted her gaze, pretending to only just see the situation on her side. "The teapot is broken, it's fine. There's still a spare one at the bottom, so little sister should make more tea. After all, there's not much time left."

How could Mo Jingyuan hear him now? She desperately tried to withdraw her hand, but how could she be Mo Xiyan's match? No matter how she tried, she could not twitch.

"Bitch, you damned bitch. You actually want to destroy my hand?"

"Little sister, don't be agitated." Mo Xiyan brought her to the side of the stage. Her movements were very domineering, and even if Mo Jingyuan was unwilling, she could only follow her.

"Little sister, let's start over. It's still too late. Trust me."

Mo Xiyan looked at Mo Jingyuan with a very gentle gaze.

In comparison to Mo Jingyuan's malevolence, she was as beautiful as an angel.

And from Mo Jingyuan's current point of view, other than malevolence and ugliness, how could she still be half as beautiful?

This clear contrast shocked everyone present once again.

"Miss Mo is truly worthy of being the first generation disciple. Her attitude is completely different."

"That's right, it's a pity that she never showed herself before. If only we could get to know her as soon as possible, then that would be great."

The crowd's comments were all in Mo Xiyan's favor, causing him to finally realize what mistake she had made.

She took a deep breath, but the anger in her chest couldn't be suppressed no matter how hard she tried.

"Little sister, if you don't go back now, it'll really be too late." Mo Xiyan suddenly went close to Mo Jingyuan's ear and whispered into it, "Do you really want to lose?"

The word "lost" caused Mo Jingyuan's mood to collapse once again.

"The one who lost today will definitely be you. How can it be me?" She flung off Mo Xiyan's hands and glared at him, "Mo Xiyan, don't be conceited. There's still time now, the tea I make is definitely better than yours. Don't be complacent."

She flung Mo Xiyan backwards several steps, her heels almost touching the side of the stage, she almost fell down.

She raised her head slightly, and her eyes immediately turned red. She looked at Mo Jingyuan in such a manner, and said with a choked voice, "Little sister, I know you cooked better than me, so you have to work hard."

"There's no need for you to be so kind, Mo Xiyan."

After Mo Jingyuan said this, she turned and returned to her own stage.

The audience's evaluation of her had turned from a blind spot to a blind spot. This Miss Mo Er was completely devoid of bearing, if anyone were to marry her in the future, their house would definitely not be at peace.

Even the Imperial Protector Princess felt that she must have been blinded by the prawns before. Why would she think that this woman was a good person?

Mo Xiyan lowered her eyelids, tidied up her own clothes, and then looked in Mo Jingyuan's direction. Only after that did she let out a light sigh, and started to boil her own tea.

Mo Jingyuan, you have lost this battle.

In the Dao of Tea, one should focus on calmness and calmness. In the future, if she were to be patient and lose her composure, how could the tea brewed by her be good?

This time, she wanted to show her what good tea was!