The girl was carried into the bedroom behind the main hall, and all the way she kept shouting,
but her cries did not receive any mercy from the old woman and her mother. Even her life could be sacrificed as an offering, let alone just letting her serve the gods in bed.
"Lord God, please go to the bedchambers." The old woman came over, bowed sincerely to Ye Fan, and said.
Ye Fan glanced at Li Zhaojun, who trusted him immensely at this moment, indicating that Li Zhaojun did not suspect his intentions for entering the chamber. Next to them, Wu Ding expressed dissatisfaction: "Yun Zhao, you should discipline your Ye Fan more. My junior brother is becoming more and more improper, and now he's actually run underground to become the Lord God. Humph, let's hope he's not using the title of Lord God as an excuse, but actually here to enjoy being the emperor."
Li Zhaojun smiled without saying more.
