It's over. I've angered Consort Jing.
When the Consort gets furious, all the little demons must retreat!
Jing Si rushed over, gritting her teeth, reaching out to ruthlessly mess with Gu Yi'an's head.
Gu Yi'an was already preparing to quickly protect her head and start begging for mercy, but the demon-like hand she expected never landed on her head.
She looked up dumbfounded, just in time to see Jing Si's hand being tightly gripped by another large hand, unable to move.
And Consort Jing, with all her Empress Dowager-like momentum, was glaring at a certain Tan...
Hmm, this was a battle of kings; it was better for a small fry like her to retreat.
A few minutes later.
On the sofa.
Gu Yi'an sat in the middle, with the mighty Consort Jing on the left, her brows furrowed and eyes glaring fiercely, and Tan Jincheng on the right, exuding a calm and powerful aura.
The two's gazes passed over Gu Yi'an's head, colliding fiercely in the air.
Silent, yet terrifying.
