Zhou Dao's voice, thick with deep irritation, echoed throughout the vast Qin Yang Palace.
The palace guards and slaves were all so frightened that they lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to take so much as a deep breath.
For how many years, no one had dared to be so loud in the Qin Yang Palace, brazenly defying His Majesty of today, going against his will.
"My Imperial Sister, why go so far?"
The Qin Emperor's indifferent voice rose from on high within the Main Hall.
"Your Majesty should know who Zhou Dao is," Qin Baichu clenched her teeth and said, "He has been an orphan since childhood, suffering untold hardships. I cannot agree to such a careless arrangement for his lifelong event."
"The son of Zhou Xuan... even I did not expect Zhou Xuan to have a son," the Qin Emperor's words began to resonate slowly.
Sensing something, Qin Baichu's emotions slightly subsided, and she immediately calmed down.