When Xuanyuan Wuji spoke, the black fog grew even thicker, clearly indicating that Empress Dowager Murong Yunduan was profoundly agitated by what he had said.
Seeing this, Xuanyuan Wuji's brows furrowed more deeply.
The atmosphere in the room became increasingly oppressive.
After a prolonged silence, Xuanyuan Wuji was met with Murong Yunduan's fragmented and frantic laughter.
"Mother, you..."
Xuanyuan Wuji intended to say more, but he was interrupted by Murong Yunduan.
"Ha, I thought you knew nothing of these sordid affairs, but never did I imagine that you are aware. I, Murong Yunduan, have been a joke all my life. Han Zixiong has humiliated me so, how can I endure it, how can I endure it?"
As she spoke of Han Zixiong, Murong Yunduan's voice was filled with bitterness. There was no doubt that if the former emperor of the Yulong Dynasty, Han Zixiong, appeared at that moment, Murong Yunduan would want to tear his flesh and drink his blood.
