As they spoke.
Wang Lixian and Emperor Yuanping were already locked in a clash of needle against awl.
"Thirty percent? Are you dismissing me like a beggar?" Wang Lixian stood with her hands on her hips and her chin raised, fiercely shooting back. Her delicate, adorable little face was stern, carrying the air of someone who would not yield an inch of ground. "If not for our Wang Clan this time, you Northern Zhou might well have had to replace your imperial family. We saved your country. Asking for eighty percent isn't excessive, is it~?"
"You little girl, you certainly have a big mouth." Emperor Yuanping refused to give an inch, putting on the airs of an elder relying on his seniority. "I admit your Wang Clan rendered considerable merit this time, but Northern Zhou contributed no fewer than three Void Ascension Realm cultivators and nine Divine Ability Realm cultivators. By that calculation, thirty percent for you is already not little."
"Old Man Yuanping, don't push people too far!" Wang Lixian rolled her eyes at him furiously. "You're useless at everything, yet peerless at stealing credit! Just like that prince of yours—he started out by stealing my monsters. Wasn't that all because he learned it from you?"
The Northern Zhou prince who had "stolen monsters" shrank his neck at once.
Why was this little grandaunt bringing that up again? Hadn't he already returned the person?
"You little girl, negotiation is negotiation. Who doesn't want to secure more spoils for their own side?" Emperor Yuanping blew his beard and glared in anger. "But you can't go around making personal attacks like this."
"Was that a personal attack? I was stating facts! As an Emperor, you should be broad-minded, possess a grand vision, and look farther ahead. You should think more about