The emperor was overwhelmed with affairs, while Jinrong raised a hand to rub his brow, using it to hide his amusement. If not considering power and prestige, few could out-talk Ye Xinyan.
Zhang Cunhai stood beside the emperor, directly facing Ye Xinyan. He truly felt a toothache now, thankful that this young lady belonged to Duke An's Mansion. If any princess were of this disposition with such abilities, she might cause the heavens to collapse.
Cheng Dahui, a close minister to the emperor, was witnessing such a scene for the first time. Lacking the resilience of Jinrong and Zhang Cunhai, he was quite disturbed, brought down to the same level as Wong Qiao and that craftsman.
All were shocked, their eyes widened, mouths agape, looking back and forth between the emperor and Ye Xinyan, like startled geese.
"Go on," the emperor signaled Ye Xinyan to continue, curious to see what more absurdity she could present.
