Ya Song suddenly froze, seemingly losing his patience as well, and said coldly, "I would advise the Noble Consort not to make things difficult for me. Hand over the young imperial grandson to avoid physical pain!"
The Noble Consort Sheng sat on the high seat, casting a cold glance as she spoke, "So, according to General Yan, if I can't hand over the young imperial grandson, you'll make me suffer some physical pain?"
Ya Song suddenly became rigid.
The Noble Consort Sheng stood up gently and said blandly, "Well, ever since I entered this Harem, I haven't suffered any physical pain. Even the arrogant Empress back then couldn't harm a hair on my head. I see you, the head of the Imperial Guards, might be a bit more arrogant than the Empress. Perhaps you can really make me suffer, come on!"
Everyone knew that the Noble Consort Sheng was wayward, proud of being favored, and never regarded the Empress seriously.
It seems true now.
