"Guards! Drag these two rebellious traitors out and beat them to death with clubs!" Noble Consort Song's face twisted into a hideous expression, and the look she directed at Qingyan was filled with venom. "As for this woman, slash her face to pieces! With a vixen's face like that, who knows what vile motives she has for approaching His Majesty!"
"Is this Noble Consort Song out of her mind?" Huomo, who was usually a man of few words, couldn't help but complain to the White Flood Dragon wrapped around his wrist. "How did Sister Yan ever provoke her? She actually wants to slash Sister Yan's face!"
The White Flood Dragon coiled around his wrist. "Perhaps because your Sister Yan is too pretty?"
Chapter 97