I'm competing with the male lead for a woman[GL]

Chapter 37: How could you like her?

Between heaven and earth, it was as white as a layer of Xuan paper. The Xuan paper was thin and translucent, shrouding the entire platform in a light mist.

The air was cold and dry, and the evening face flowers on the platform were all withered and dead, leaving only yellowed branches and leaves.

Xiao Jin didn't feel like pondering why Princess Zhao Yang planted a platform of evening face flowers. After all, the implications of this flower in online novels were not very good.

She sniffed the clear and light fragrance rising from the incense burner, feeling like she was in a fog. It seemed that the conspiracy and truth had surfaced.

Realizing that the mastermind behind it might be Xiao Shuang, Xiao Jin regretted not bringing Chu Shao with her.

If Chu Shao were here, with her explosive combat power, she could barely have a chance against Princess Zhao Yang.

But at the same time, she was also grateful that she didn't bring Chu Shao with her.

If it was really Princess Zhao Yang who arranged the assassination, and the assassin showed mercy to her every move, then the first person she wanted to kill must be Chu Shao, not her.

Moreover, everyone knew that she was summoned by Xiao Shuang today, so even if Xiao Shuang wanted her life, she wouldn't make a move today.

Just as she was thinking about it, Xiao Shuang turned around and looked at Xiao Jin.

From the description in the original work, Xiao Jin could probably know what Princess Zhao Yang, who held immense power, looked like.

Although the original work was an old-fashioned melodramatic online novel, it still described Xiao Shuang somewhat. "Red clothes like blood, phoenix eyes and beautiful eyebrows."

With just eight words, the original author seemed to have written it very carelessly. But at this moment, it accurately portrayed Xiao Shuang's key features.

According to the timeline of the original work, Emperor Qi was already in his forties, and Xiao Shuang was also forty-three.

But perhaps time had been kind, leaving no trace on her face. Apart from a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, her face was still as beautiful as a peach blossom lady in her prime.

But looking at Xiao Shuang's appearance, she had nothing to do with the words "elegant" and "graceful."

If Xiao Jin's temperament was like a delicate long sword, then Xiao Shuang's beauty was like a curved knife.

The knife glimmers like a silver moon, and when she looks at others indifferently, there seems to only exist that hint of red with a chilling aura between heaven and earth, even more noble than a vermilion bird.

The Vermilion Bird is a mythical bird in ancient texts, but Xiao Shuang, radiant as the rising sun, is a truly noble person in the Qi country.

Only Xiao Shuang is worthy of the Vermilion Robe. Only the Princess Zhao Yang, who is superior to ten thousand others, can contend with the Golden Crow and worthy of the worship of the masses.

At this moment, Xiao Shuang stood in the icy snow and silently looked at Xiao Jin, still not speaking.

Xiao Jin wasn't at a loss for words, but was unable to speak.

Because some people just standing there exudes an overwhelming sense of oppression, making people feel that even having a mouth on their face is unnecessary, and the only thing to do is to act like a mute.

After looking at Xiao Jin for a while, the always proud Vermilion Bird of the Northern Qi suddenly smiled.

Looking at the faint smile at the corner of Xiao Shuang's lips, perhaps because of the hazy mountains and mist, she couldn't see it clearly and didn't feel it was real.