"If it's yours, why did it fly toward me after it was completed?"
Feng Wu smirked. "If it's yours, why did it come back to me?"
Zuo Qingyu's face stiffened. She then smirked and said, "You assisted Master Rong Yang in forging the weapon. Maybe you tampered with it. Who knows?
"Luckily, you can't keep lying forever. No matter what trick you tried, you can't change the fact that this sword belongs to me!"
Zuo Qingyu sounded so righteous that she believed her own lie.
The old steward, Yuan, and all the other servants of the Rong manor gave her strange looks.
They had all been there when she made a bet with Feng Wu, and they all knew that the sword should belong to the latter. How could Zuo Qingyu tell such a blatant lie?
Feng Wu was so furious that she laughed, and her bloodless cheeks flushed. "Zuo Qingyu, I'm so amazed."
