Ming Beiya smiled slightly and gently pinched Mo Shisheng's cheek. "Asheng, you must wake up this time. There are still so many people who plotted against you and haven't been punished. You can't keep sleeping."
"..."
Hearing Ming Beiya's words, Xie Du felt a pang of sadness welling up in his heart. His gaze fell on the girl's delicate features, and her clear, cold voice, like snowmelt flowing from a distant mountain, slowly rang out.
*
From his high position, Ming Beiya's gaze remained fixed on the girl, and he could clearly see her fists clenched tightly in anger.
Hearing Mo Shisheng's unforgiving words, Ming Beiya pursed his thin lips hidden under his mask.
If Mo Shisheng wanted to make a scene, he let her have her way, protecting her from behind, ensuring that no one could hurt her in the slightest.
As if by telepathy, when Mo Shisheng looked up at Ming Beiya, their eyes met in mid-air.
From the man's eyes, Mo Shisheng understood his meaning.
Go ahead and do it, he'll take care of everything...
With you in my life, what more could I ask for?
Mo Shisheng knew that Ming Beiya's cultivation level was very high, so high that it was unfathomable, but she would not let Ming Beiya take any risks.
The Southern Emperor's expression finally changed; his gentle demeanor vanished, replaced by a hint of anger. Seeing this, Mo Shisheng gently raised her hand, causing all the metal and gold and silver artifacts in the hall to float into the air.
She slightly clenched her fingers and thrust a sharp longsword toward the Southern Emperor, stopping it about an inch from his neck.
"Why am I treated as an honored guest by your Southern Kingdom? Don't you, Emperor of the Southern Kingdom, have any idea?"
The long sword was held against his neck; with each movement, it drew closer. Soon, he stiffly forced a smile, "Does Miss Mo intend to become an enemy of my Southern Kingdom?"
"You flatter me."
Mo Shisheng exuded a faint chill, arrogant and noble.
She raised her hand and sheathed the longsword. In an instant, everything floating in the air fell to the ground with a series of loud crackling sounds.
With the longsword no longer threatening his life, the Southern Emperor ordered his men to take away the cages containing Shangguan Xuan and Qi Yufeng.
The generous gift from the State of Qi has already been delivered, so there's no point in continuing the banquet.
Mo Shisheng turned and walked outside. The servants and guards sent by Nanchen tried to follow her, but she coldly said, "If you don't want to die, go back to Nanchen's side."
After saying that, she strode away, disappearing into the snow.
The maids and guards indeed did not follow her any further. They had witnessed firsthand what Mo Shisheng had done in the main hall; she hadn't even shown the Southern Emperor any respect, let alone them.
*
Mo Shisheng did not return to Nan Chen's palace, but stood quietly in a quiet place. The snow on the ground had piled up very deep, and when you stepped on it, it was up to your ankles.
A soft footstep approached, and Mo Shisheng shed her facade of strength, turning to throw herself into the man's arms, tightly hugging his lean waist, and muttering, "It's my fault they're all ruined..."
Upon hearing this, Ming Beiya stretched out his slender hand and gently lifted the girl's small face, "It's none of your business."
"But it was indeed caused by me."
Mo Shisheng is cold-blooded, but she never expected that Shangguan Xuan and Qi Yufeng would go this far.
Their wretched state as prisoners lingered in her mind.
Is the Kingdom of Qi really doomed...?
She hasn't even unified the Xuan Yun Continent yet...
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