"Insolence!"
Seeing Jiang Siming tease his princess, Zha Yadu flew into a rage. He drew the treasured sword at his waist, intending to teach Jiang Siming a bloody lesson.
He had drawn his sword, but it now hung suspended in midair. He stood there woodenly, unable to move a muscle.
"Y-you—what did you do to me?" Zha Yadu asked in terror. His entire body was completely immobilized.
If this was an acupoint-sealing technique, why had Jiang Siming shown no sign of making a move? Could he have sealed his acupoints from a distance? How profound would his Internal Energy have to be for that?
"Enough noise." After Jiang Siming finished speaking, Zha Yadu rolled his eyes back and fainted.
The guards behind Zha Yadu immediately came over to support him, but they likewise did not dare act rashly against Jiang Siming. This man was far too bizarre.
"Do you know that he is the son of the Seventh Prince, the current emperor's brother?"
Zhao Min watched Jiang Siming calmly, though light flickered through her beautiful eyes.
"I didn't do anything. You saw it yourself—his body was simply too weak, and he fainted. How can you blame me?" Jiang Siming said innocently.
"I find you very familiar. Are you the person wanted by the Emei Sect?" Zhao Min asked.
"We're very familiar, are we? Why should I tell you?" Jiang Siming asked with a laugh.
Zhao Min's expression turned serious. "I won't beat around the bush. I want to invite you to work for the imperial court. What do you say?"
"Sorry. I'll do anything, except become a lackey or a traitor."
"What? Do you think working for the Great Yuan Dynasty means becoming a lackey and a traitor?" Zhao Min said unhappily.
"No. I just think that instead of working