How could Xue Qin heed Ye Xuan's pleas for mercy? She raised her blood saber, ready to strike.
But in the next instant, she suddenly stopped. She gave Ye Xuan a complicated look, gritted her teeth, and viciously threw him to the ground.
She had just received word that Ye Xuan was to be used to swallow the Myriad Dynasty of Yunzhou. For the time being, he could not be killed.
Having narrowly escaped death, Ye Xuan clutched his neck and coughed violently. The terror of death made him retch again and again.
"If you botch the Myriad Dynasty matter again, you can think about the consequences yourself," Xue Qin said through gritted teeth.
Ye Xuan nodded frantically, then turned and ran off to discuss the matter with Ye Fan.
Seeing this, Xue Qin took a deep breath. But soon, she looked down at her hand, where a savage wound had appeared at some point.
"This bastard..." Xue Qin frowned. Thinking back on it now, Ye Xuan seemed to have some kind of power protecting him.
If that slash had fallen just now, what would the consequences have been?
Could it have been her who died?
Xue Qin's expression changed slightly. No matter what arrangements the clan had made, this matter had to be reported.
Ye Xuan hurried without stopping and found Ye Fan.
Seeing Ye Xuan's miserable state, Ye Fan's face changed drastically. He quickly asked, "Xuan'er, what happened to you?"
Ye Xuan realized he had lost his composure and hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Father Emperor, I have good news to tell you."
Ye Fan froze. He had been run ragged over Great Flame's affairs, and upon hearing Ye Xuan say there was good news, he immediately asked impatiently, "What good news? Xuan'er,