"Hmph, I'll only support Brother Jiang now. Who do those other people think they are?"
Yeying said coldly.
Zhuge Xuanji held his forehead, groaning silently, "Girl, can't you just shut up?"
"Support Brother Jiang, huh? Want to be Empress?"
Ye Zhuchan squinted her phoenix eyes.
Yeying said expressionlessly, "I'm not qualified to be Empress. Whoever becomes Empress is Brother Jiang's decision, whoever he likes, that's who it is."
Bang!
Yeying was sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall.
Immediately after, Ye Zhuchan's hand, like an iron clamp, gripped her neck tightly, immobilizing her.
"Ye Zhuchan!"
Zhuge Xuanji was shocked, hurriedly picking up the compass on the table, preparing to intervene.
"Get out!"
Ye Zhuchan waved her arm, and Zhuge Xuanji flew out of the room like a thrown sandbag. With a bang, the door slammed shut tightly.