"Kneel and kowtow until the Princess is satisfied."
"What?!"
Zhen Fantong stared in disbelief. Make him kowtow to that little brat Lin Wanyue? Could she even handle it?
"King Qin! You're going too far!"
Lady Zhen's face trembled with anger. However, the four guards in tight outfits brought by Nangong Mo guarded there like four killing deities, blocking all the guards she brought and some from the Minister Mansion outside.
The point of their swords was intimidating, ensuring no one dared to approach or cross the line.
With this display, it was as if they had 'what can you do if I am going too far' written all over their faces.
Lady Zhen was so resentful that she gritted her teeth but was helpless.
"What? Not going to kowtow?"
Nangong Mo's slightly cold glance swept over, his voice like a wind blowing from the Nine Netherworld, chilling to the bone.
Zhen Fantong shivered all over, his legs turned to jelly, and he immediately fell to the ground, banging his head several times.
