After becoming an outcast, she relied on the system to raise her children and counterattacked.

"The martial arts of Feiyao Nation are nothing more than a child's trick to strengthen their body in my era thousands of years later. What mystery is there in it?"

Yin Qingxuan's voice came from the black fog, casual and calm.

Luo Shuiqing didn't believe it at all. This was a secret method that only the royal family knew. How could an outsider learn it?

Suddenly, she thought of another possibility.

"Are you also from Feiyao Country? If so, I am willing to join hands with you to rule the country together. Being a queen is not as good as being an emperor. Your life and death and honor all depend on Ye Jingyu's thoughts. If you are the king of the world, then you will hold the power of the world. Who dares to disrespect you?"

If it was a year ago, Yin Qingxuan could have met Luo Shuiqing, she might have agreed. The might and dominance of Emperor Wu is undoubtedly the highest dream of all women in the world!

However, it is different now.

She has developed feelings for this land and cares about the people living there, so she naturally cannot allow anyone to trample on and destroy it!

"No matter what my position is, my destiny is in my own hands. I am also confident that A Yu will not treat me like that."

"You are wrong. All men in the world are unfaithful, especially the imperial family. Which emperor does not have three palaces and six courtyards? Which woman will not grow old and ugly? The so-called favor is just a temporary whim. No one has ever been immune."

Luo Shuiqing thought of her own mother. Once upon a time, she and her father were very loving, but later she was bewitched by several new beauties and eventually died of depression. If the Feiyao Kingdom had not been destroyed, she would still have been forced to marry a foreign prince even though she was the emperor's daughter.

Since ancient times, women have been miserable. Only by becoming the supreme being can they be truly qualified to talk about fate.

Yin Qingxuan pursed her lips and smiled, and said with a serious look: "People can never be generalized. Even an emperor can wish to win the heart of one person and stay together until old age. I not only believe in Ye Jingyu, but also believe that I have the ability to do so."

Luo Shuiqing snorted disdainfully.

"You are such a foolish woman. You won't cry until you see the coffin. I used to admire you, but now it seems that you are no different from those resentful women in the palace. Take it!"

Luo Shuiqing shouted loudly and flew into the air. Black mist lingered between his palms, which immediately transformed into a spear and stabbed Yin Qingxuan directly.

Almost at the same time, another spear also stabbed out from the black fog. When the two spears collided, they immediately turned into fog and dissipated.

Luo Shuiqing was shocked again.

This is indeed Feiyao's martial arts method, exactly the same as mine.

"who are you?"

"I am the Queen of the Great Zhou, Yin Qingxuan!"

Yin Qingxuan's voice was deep and slow, with an air of dominance.

Before she finished her words, her hands had already clapped out, and the moves she used were exactly what Luo Shuiqing had in mind.

After a silent collision and ten moves, it was still unclear whether the two were evenly matched.

Luo Shuiqing flew back and stood ten steps away.

"Where did you learn Feiyao's skills?"

Yin Qingxuan dispersed the black mist and chuckled, "I've already told you just now. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Luo Shuiqing frowned for a long time, then said calmly: "I lost, you can leave now. When we meet again, it will be a fight to the death. Unless one of us dies, there is no possibility of stopping."

Yin Qingxuan cupped her hands and smiled, "Then we'll talk about it next time we meet."

Luo Shuiqing was about to break the formation when a figure suddenly appeared between the two of them.

"She can't leave!"

The person who was speaking was wearing a green Taoist robe and had a handsome face, a genuine Taoist priest.

Luo Shuiqing's expression suddenly turned cold.

"How dare you! Do I need your approval for my decision?"

Qing Hui turned his head away, his voice flat and without a trace of emotion.

"Luo Shuiqing, you disappoint me so much!"