"But you can't leave your mother's murder unavenged, can you? Can you bear the person who killed her becoming the Empress Dowager and replacing your son as Emperor?" Zhao Jiyu could only resort to using his magical item.
"Indeed, I definitely can't tolerate this matter." Qing Feng added, agreeing with Zhao Jiyu's words. If it weren't for the other party's scheming, Ming Yue would have been the Imperial Grandson by now.
"You go kill her?" Ming Yue rolled his eyes.
"Let's trick Little White out while Master is cooking and have it do a charge trample combo. Guarantee this Eldest Prince Consort will turn into Fei Jiang." Qing Feng thought this was a small issue.
"Can you be serious? If Little White finds out, it'll chew our hair. Are you planning to have an adult hairstyle prematurely?" Ming Yue was speechless, unable to pull off the Mediterranean hairstyle.
