Ye Jing let out a cold smile and took out another square sandalwood box. Pointing at the thirteen silver needles inside, thinner than her fingers, she said, "Then explain to me again, what are these thirteen things",He's just a bumpkin, and he dares to say that Ning Qingxue would be his wife if she were willing to put up with him,"Bearing his anger, he said, "Tell me, how did you trick my grandfather into signing the marriage contract"。