"Sister wishes to say, please place an apple on your head," Yun Youlian gracefully rose, her smile blossoming like flowers as she casually picked up an apple from the fruit plate and handed it to Qu Tan'er.
"Master?"
"All right," Qu Tan'er said with a smile, holding the apple and walking toward the target.
"Lady Yun, don't take this game too far. If my eighth sister-in-law suffers any harm, I will not let you off," Mo Jingxuan said coldly, then sat back down, his gaze towards Yun Youlian as cold as it could be.
Yun Youlian was also stunned.
If she missed… what would the consequences be? Suddenly, she regretted doing this.
"I never expected you to resort to this trick," Yin Xiangnong said sarcastically as she glanced at Yun Youlian, and then she also sat down.
While Mo Liancheng who had been sitting all along merely watched the figure standing at the archery target with a faint look, a trace of darkness flashing through his eyes.
The choice was her own to make.
