Bab 163: This Is Your Bloody Calamity

Noble Consort Qiao smiled coldly and slowly brushed her jade-colored fingertips across the lid of her teacup.

The golden dangling hair ornament on her head reflected a cold luster.

"Priest, I was the one who had given birth to Nuo'er. She's indeed smart, but if you rely on this to judge, aren't you taking me for a fool?

"Either that or you feel that my temper is too good. Do you really think that I won't attack religious practitioners like you? How dare you frame the princess?!"

Towards the end, Noble Consort Qiao suddenly slammed the table, causing the teacup to fly up a little.

The brush under Gu Nuo'er's nose also fell to the ground.

When the priest saw that Noble Consort Qiao was really angry, he hurriedly knelt down and kept trying to appease her anger.

Noble Consort Qiao's heart undulated, her beautiful eyes filled with anger and a terrifying deterrence.

A long silence passed in the hall.