Xie Weiran calmly put down the green-glazed teacup in his hand and swept around the people in the house. Her mind was filled with thoughts. She clearly died when she was nineteen years old, but what is the scene now?

"The princess's style in the horse farm just now really taught us to open our eyes and feast our eyes." A girl looked at her with a smile, with a strong sense of appreciation on her face.

Xie Weiran was stunned. She lowered her eyes and glanced at the horse riding suit on her body, and suddenly a flash of inspiration—

Could it be that she returned to the age of fifteen?

She looked at the girl who had just admired her, and her thoughts gradually returned to her mind. She smiled and said, "Go to the award."

"Hmph." A young man sneered, and he looked at Xie Weiran with cold eyebrows. "The elder sister is really hypocritical. She is obviously the first place in today's Marseille, but she is still so humble. Her attitude is really disgusting."

This young man was the youngest son of the Xie family, named Li Shen. Although he was a concubine's son, he was spoiled since childhood and was quite favored. He loved to go against his legitimate sister the most.

Xie Weiran looked at him, his eyes darkening.

She remembered that this was the spring day of the year when she was fifteen years old. She invited several girls from the capital to go to the suburbs to run a horse. Her father asked her to take her sister Xie Lishen and sister Xie Lijiao. Unexpectedly, the siblings sarcastically sarcastically in public. She refuted that she could not do so, and she was so angry that she trembled. After returning home, she fell ill on the bed and stayed in bed for several days.

She came back to her senses, covered her emotions, and tapped her fingertips on the table, as if she didn't notice the stagnant atmosphere in the room, and looked at the boy with a smile, "Where did my daily upbringing go? How dare I disrespect my sister in public?"

Xie Lishen immediately slapped the table and looked at her coldly, "Where are you my legitimate sisters? You are domineering and incompetent, the most vicious, you must not be my sister!"

The girls in the room pretended to hear nothing, either drinking tea, looking elsewhere or bowing their heads, and didn't want to get involved. Xie Lijiao picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking calm.

"Domineering and vicious..." Xie Weiran whispered softly, and she couldn't help but want to laugh.

These four words in her previous life were unable to separate her from her until she died. She had been in vain for many years and could not tell her how to tell her. But now she was thinking, since she could not tell her, then let's make sure.

Seeing her slowly pulling out Zhu Xuan whip from behind her waist, her expression was faint, "I'm too tough, it seems that I should have a good grinding."

At this time, they didn't know that she could be a martial artist, and they didn't believe that she would take action to hurt people.

Therefore, Xie Lishen did not care when he saw her movements, but instead smiled contemptuously, "Grind it?"

His contemptuous eyes glanced the girl from top to bottom, "Just you?"

"Yes, just by me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Weiran sank into his dantian, pinched the whip in his hand, and waved it forward. The whip was swinging with the sharp wind.

Xie Lishen widened his eyes. Before he could react, a stinging sensation came from his face. He screamed and ran away in the room with his head in his arms.

Xie Weiran was unmoved. She waved the whip, and used some internal force. No matter where Xie Lishen ran, her whip could always fall accurately on him.

In a moment, Xie Lishen sat on the ground, his clothes were torn and blood was stained.

Everyone in the room was stunned and looked disbelief. When did Princess Chiping become martial arts?
Chapter completed!