Crying Out

Little Yanzhi's overflowing joy turned into blazing fury, and a storm of curses rained down on the newly proclaimed King Yue Zhu.

The new King Yue Zhu had yet to come to his senses. He had deliberately imitated his father's bold, uninhibited style, but had failed to learn one thing: how to restrain himself before the right people at the right time.

Little Yanzhi's reaction surprised and enraged him. With so many outsiders present, if he failed to establish his authority, he would lose all face. He grabbed the tip of the whip as it lashed toward him, casually tossed it aside, and shouted harshly, "The women of the Naihang Tribe all have to obey without question. You're no exception. I'm King Yue Zhu, yet you dare strike me and humiliate me in public? Today, I swear I'll—"

The pink-and-white doll's show of authority ended there. Although several hundred people stood behind him, including General Zhesu, not a single one stepped forward to intervene. Everyone was rather curious to see who would come out on top: Little Yanzhi without the Old Khan King, or the new King Yue Zhu, who had lost his father.

Most of the time, Little Yanzhi could control her emotions. Having taken part in the struggle for power at the Dragon Court for years, she understood the rules of advancing, retreating, choosing, and giving up. But this time, she decided to send every rule rolling away.

Little Yanzhi waved her hand, and four guards pounced on the new King Yue Zhu without hesitation.

She had an army of her own, as many as ten thousand men. Although she had lent most of them to the Dragon King, she had kept a small portion as her guards. To maintain a firm grip on this army, Little Yanzhi