Like a cat with its tail stepped on, Ying Boyan nearly jumped up before he could stop himself.
"You only hate him, but you don't actually want to kill him."
Listen to that, just listen to that! What on earth was this little girl saying?
If outsiders heard those words, what would they think of Ying Boyan?
"What a joke. He's a wicked dragon whom everyone should slay on sight. Why wouldn't I want to slay the dragon and rid the people of harm?" Ying Boyan sneered repeatedly and said in a ringing voice, "Besides, he harmed my daughter, leaving Qian Du's life and death unknown and her whereabouts unclear. I wish I could eat his flesh raw and drink his blood. How could I not want to kill him? No one in this world wants him dead more than I do."
"Why are you speaking so loudly?" Little Fairy stared at Ying Boyan with her round, gleaming eyes, her face full of confusion. "Is it because I hit the nail on the head and you're worried that the civil and military officials of the Peacock Dynasty, along with the commoners here, will doubt your position? So you're being so cautious as you explain yourself to them?"
"How laughable. Why would I—"
"Why are you afraid that others will doubt your position?" Little Fairy interrupted Ying Boyan and asked in return.
Everyone stared in shock at the little fairy in flowing white robes. How many years had it been? No one had ever dared interrupt Peacock King Ying Boyan.
Just for that alone, she was enough to make people look at her in a new light.
Of course, that was assuming she could stay alive.
Even Peacock King Ying Boyan himself felt both stunned and astonished. He had never expected