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

The time for a cup of tea is not over yet, but the winner has already been decided.

The consonance flower that Yu Qingqian gave birth to was not damaged in any way, one was proudly independent, and the other consonance flower seedlings were all reduced to ashes.

Seeing this, the glamorous woman's eyes flickered, and she stepped forward and announced with a smile: "Although the time has not yet come, the outcome is no longer in suspense."

She handed Yu Qingqian the wooden box containing the exquisite Yunyang mud, "Miss Yu, this is yours."

"Thank you!" Yu Qingqian took the Yunyangni and immediately put it away.

Seeing that Yu Qingqian turned around and was about to leave, the direct line man of the Xiang family said, "Wait a minute."

Yu Qingqian raised her eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

"Can I ask a question?" Xiang Yuan was full of doubts, "Why the consonance flowers we gave birth to gradually wither, I don't understand, please ask the lady to explain."

Seeing that he was obsessed with giving birth to seedlings, Yu Qingqian said, "You are a spiritual planter in the birthing department, so have you really learned about every plant you can recognize?"

"To understand cognition well?" Xiang Yuan was stunned.

"Yes, the growth of the Consonance Flower is very special. It should be said that it is very proud. No other plants are allowed to grow within three meters around it, including the same species of Consonance Flower."

Yu Qingqian paused and continued: "I gave birth to the consonance flower, and the pollen has its own poison. If there are other plants within three meters close, the pollen will die if it disperses. That's why your consonance seedlings will wither. reason."

Yu Qingqian not only read all the classics on plants given by the beautiful father, but also the classics on plants from the Royal Academy, and also carefully remembered the characteristics and growth attributes of each plant in his heart.

Hearing Yu Qingqian's explanation, Xiang Yuan suddenly realized, pondered for a moment, hugged Yu Qingqian's hands and said, "Miss' words today made me understand. I was too arrogant before, but now I realize that I am too self-righteous. Thank you for clarifying."

"The spiritual planters in the Birth Department really like plants, so they can get feedback from plants." Yu Qingqian smiled slightly, and returned to her private room with a light tiptoe.

Xiang Yuan was thoughtful, looked at Yu Qingqian's leaving back, showed some respect, turned his head and said to the other three members of the family: "Let's go, we lost from the beginning."

The other three were also inspired by Yu Qingqian's words, and followed Xiang Yuan back to the private room.

The other spiritual plant masters of the birthing department also looked deep in thought, only Leng Lingshuang vomited to death.

She didn't expect that her relatively specialized birthing technique would be so vulnerable in front of Yu Qingqian, who was almost like her nemesis.

Xie Fengzhi saw that Yu Qingqian not only won easily, but also convinced Xiang Yuan, who was always proud and arrogant. The wine glass she was holding was directly crushed by her.

"I heard that Xie Shu and Yu Qingqian are good friends?" She turned her head and asked a woman sitting next to her.

The woman nodded: "Well, our people have been paying attention to Xie Shu's news. She and Yu Qingqian are very close, but their identity has never been revealed."

"Hmph, that woman Xie Shu is hypocritical. She has the resources and background of the Xie family, but she wants to do things with the identity of her mother's family. I really don't know what it means."

Xie Fengzhi snorted coldly, obviously looking down on Xie Shu, "Since Yu Qingqian is on good terms with her, they should also be listed as a key target of surveillance and attack, and they should not be allowed to sabotage our plan."

"Yes, miss!" The woman nodded respectfully.