Xie Qiao thought what Xia Yayun said was funny.
"Young Lady Xia is so loud, are you firecrackers?" Xie Qiao looked at the gloomy weather outside the window. She was in a bad mood. Her face turned cold right away seeing Xia Yayun's face of bad luck, "If you think I brought bad luck to you, you can go downstairs now. I believe many people are willing to look at you down there."
Xia Yayun covered her clothes immediately, "Why are you so vicious?!"
Xie Qiao chuckled when she heard that. She sighed and put away her small peach wood sword. She then walked to Xia Yayun, "Young Lady Xia seems to misunderstand what viciousness is. But since you've already said that, I'm afraid I might disappoint you if I don't be vicious to you."
Xie Qiao walked to the stove with silver coal as soon as she was done speaking. She tossed it at Xia Yayun's face.
The pitch-black coal was still warm from before. One's skin would feel it the deepest.
