"Qian Jiyun."
An Jiuyue felt the man beside her truly intended to kill, so she quickly reached out to grasp his hand.
"Don't stoop to his level."
"Heh, haha!"
The old emperor burst into loud laughter upon seeing this.
"I was right, wasn't I? Qian Jiyun, your Princess Consort of the Second Rank didn't just disappear back then; you sent her to get close to Prince An Yang, didn't you?
You're really something, aren't you? To achieve your goals, you're even willing to sacrifice your own woman. No wonder you've attained your current status, you've made such great sacrifices.
And you call me cruel? I may be cruel, but I would never allow my own woman to sacrifice her body and serve my purposes!"
He pushed himself up from the ground to stand, his face full of mockery as he looked at Qian Jiyun, truly angering him.
"You—"
Qian Jiyun wanted to take a step forward and simply kill this man.