"Considering your kid's situation, give him a chance to negotiate." Baili Han raised an eyebrow, "How about it, does your old man keep his word?"
Hearing him say 'old man', Yangyang felt a bit awkward.
"A man should stand by his word, indeed, indeed." Yangyang circled around him, "I've suddenly found you more pleasing to the eye."
"Pfft..." Baili Han sprayed out a mouthful of wine.
"Hey, what are you so excited about?" Yangyang looked disdainfully at the spilled wine on the table, "You're so dirty."
"You unfilial son, are you trying to anger me to death!" Baili Han roared.
The people guarding outside the tent thought, could it be that the little prince is inside?
Looking at the young Emperor who rushed over from Liao City with his men, they suddenly felt uneasy.
The young Emperor, with sharp ears, naturally heard the conversation inside the tent, lowered his head, his eyes flashing with an unseen dark fire.
