Zheng Jin faced Bai Xilie.
"Emperor!" His expression was flustered, and his tone was urgent: "Moxin is only five years old, she understands nothing, just babbling nonsensically. Please don't take issue with a child!"
Bai Xilie's eyes were filled with anger.
His jawline was tense, as if suppressing a monstrous rage.
Suddenly, he displayed a smile full of malice.
"Don't take issue with a child?"
Bai Xilie said in a somber tone: "If she only spoke of me, I might barely overlook it as mere child's talk."
"But, she insulted my daughter!"
"Zhi'er is a princess, who gave you such audacity to slander in private and dare to bring it before me!"
He immediately waved his sleeve: "Kill them and cut off Zheng Moxin's tongue for me."
The Asura envoy, wearing an evil ghost mask, instantly placed a hand on the sword at their waist and stepped forward.
The blades they drew glinted with a chilling light!
Zheng Moxin cowered in Zheng Jin's arms, sobbing in terror.