"Yi Haoyu, by what right do you recall all my people?"
"Yi Haoqing is already dead, has been dead for five years. No matter how many people you send to find him, it won't change this fact."
The woman in green stopped ahead, raised her hand to signal An Ziqi to halt.
An Ziqi quietly lifted her head and saw Xiao Yimo dressed in a light purple gown, sitting on the couch in the inner hall, her long hair cascading behind her, her face full of anger.
And across from her stood a dignified man, a purple-gold crown on his head, wearing a white Dragon Robe trimmed with gold, his face imposing even without anger.
Xiao Yimo said angrily, "Whether to find him or not is my business, and none of your concern."
"None of my concern? Xiao Yimo, you are my Empress, everything of yours belongs to me." Yi Haoyu shouted, his eyes fire-red.
Xiao Yimo raised her head to look at him, "I belong to myself, I have my own thoughts, and whatever I do does not need your approval."
