In the Northern Yue Region of Treasure Bottle Continent, the dark omen that blanketed the vast night flashed past, and daylight returned in an instant.
Beside Old Ying Lake, Yin Ji, emperor of the Great Shou Dynasty, had his throat gripped tight. His face flushed red, then quickly turned ashen. "National Teacher Chen, it's all a misunderstanding."
Prince Yin Miao was a Martial Cultivator, but his father, the emperor, was an ordinary man. Each slight movement of Yin Ji's Adam's apple felt like brushing against a blade. The pain was unbearable, the torment extreme. Never in his life had he suffered such humiliation.
Chen Ping'an said, "Yin Ji, I asked you your name. You get three chances. Tread carefully."
Song Jixin kept his face taut to hold back a laugh. He had never imagined that a knot buried deep in this Great Li Prince's heart would come undone in such an unexpected way.
Yin Ji, it didn't feel good to have someone grab you by the throat, did it? Worse still, surely, was having that person call you by name while asking what your name was.
Gong Yan raised her silk fan to cover half her flower-beautiful face. Oh my, the young Yin Guan looked handsome beyond belief just then.
Granted, Yin Ji's predicament was so mortifying... an ordinary person might have wished himself dead.
But Li Ba thought highly of Yin Ji. Those few words he had said earlier to Prince Song Mu had struck straight at the heart.
What if Prince Song Mu now wanted to go a step further? What if Emperor Song He began to harbor suspicions? The truly vicious part was that even if Song Mu had no thought of putting a white cap on his head and usurping the throne, Song He might still