The Allure of the City: His Royal Highness is Too Provocative

Among the participants in the competition, except for Yu Qingqian, they all chose to engrave their weapons with tattoos.

After all, engraving the planting pattern on Lingzhi requires a senior planter to do it, and it also needs to be very precise in the control of the planting pattern, otherwise one mistake may fail, and even affect Lingzhi, so no one dares to try.

Yu Qingqian's maverick plan to engrave Mo Yiran's spiritual planting pattern also attracted the attention of everyone present, and many people discussed in low voices below.

"Mo Yiran is really brave. He even dared to entrust Yu Qingqian to engrave the plant patterns that he valued so much. He is not afraid that the spiritual plants will be ruined?"

"I heard that Yu Qingqian's planting pattern is very strong in the Southern Royal Academy, maybe she is sure."

"Are you kidding me? Engraving a plant pattern for Lingzhi is not only possible at the expert level, but also requires precise control. How old is she? Our family can successfully engrave a plant pattern for Lingzhi. They are all over fifty years old."

"That's true. I've never seen such a young expert tattooist. The most important thing is a tattooist who can engrave Lingzhi."

"It's not impossible. Prince Chen, who has been admitted by the Holy Academy, was able to engrave the tattoo for Lingzhi in the competition three years ago. Yu Qingqian is about the same age as Prince Chen at that time."

"Prince Chen is the number one evil genius among the younger generation, Yu Qingqian can't compare with him."

"I also think she is playing with fire. If the inscription fails, Mo Yiran's anger will not be so easy to extinguish."

"Maybe they can succeed?"

"Tch, the possibility of success is too low, anyway, I don't believe it."

"..."

The discussions below kept coming, Yu Qingqian didn't care at all, but she still looked at Mo Yiran with a smile and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will ruin your Lingzhi?"

"..." Mo Yiran twitched the corners of his mouth, why did he think this woman's smile was so bad, but he really liked it.

"Don't be suspicious of employing people, don't be suspicious of people, if you really play badly, I don't blame you." Mo Yiran's face was full of enthusiasm.

Yu Qingqian smiled lightly and said, "Your words are enough."

Mo Yiran has black hair, this woman won't really want to spoil his Lingzhi...

Yu Qingqian bowed her head to Ling Zhi in her hand and said, "Little cutie, get bigger, I'll help you upgrade."

The little orange flower jumped onto the table and became a flower half the height of a human being.

Yu Qingqian took out the patterning pen, dipped in the refined material, and concentrated on outlining the pattern on the vine of the orange flower.

Seeing that she was not engraved on Lingzhi's central core, Mo Yiran was relieved and at the same time couldn't help but become curious.

As time passed, other people had already finished engraving the weapons one after another. Only Yu Qingqian was still concentrating on outlining the patterns, but a plant pattern was about to be completed.

The other completed people all set their eyes on her, seeing her focused expression and flowing posture, they felt a sense of pleasing to the eye.

After finishing the last stroke, Yu Qingqian thought for a while and took out the blood essence of the black beast that he had collected, dipped it in with a planting pen, and drew two more strokes like the finishing touch.

Mo Yiran felt the extraordinary prestige carried in the essence and blood, and was very happy.

Suddenly, the vines of the orange flowers shone with little red lights, and then all of them were submerged into its body.

After a while, the orange flowers cheered loudly, obviously very happy.