Chapter 1183： The Lord of Hell who is judging me is your father

Hang Minghou looked at him with deep eyes until the figure left the yard, then he raised his feet to leave.

“Dad.”

Ye Qianning opened the door and walked out.

Hang Minghou turned to look at her: "Are you drinking too?"

“Didn’t drink.”

“Can she drink like this alone?”

“I brought the wine from Master’s room.”

After hearing this, Marquis Xiang Ming understood clearly, turned around, walked into the pavilion on the left and sat down.

Ye Qianning also followed up: "What happened at the palace banquet today?"

Mentioning this, Xiang Minghou looked a little bad: "The officials in the court are just a bunch of people, there are not many hard-core officials, and no one dared to raise any objections. It's just that... the emperor found the pearl back, and actually said that it was to make up for the Xiang family, and he specially asked people to do it. Bring them back and reunite.”

“So, Emperor Beili’s debt to our family is to be made up for by sending Xiang Zhenzhu back?”

He nodded to Marquis Ming: "I have already said on the spot that as long as Emperor Beili dares to send her back, I will have her head on the spot."

He had no sympathy for the person who was trembling with fear at the thought of the banquet.

Ye Qianning didn't expect her father to be so straightforward and say this in front of all the civil and military officials. If Emperor Beili still sent people in front of them, it would be clear that he wanted to kill Xiang Zhuzhu.

"Don't pay attention to the clowns, and don't be angry, dad. As long as they don't do anything, you can still enjoy the prosperity of the capital."

The Emperor Beili brought the people here, and if they all died, he would inevitably be subject to controversy.

Even though the royal family’s face is worthless now, they still have to take care of it!

"The Queen mentioned you many times at today's banquet. I think she will call you into the palace in the next few days." Xiang Minghou thought of the dark color under the eyes of his daughter when Emperor Beili mentioned it at the banquet, and his brows almost twisted into twists: "If you enter the palace in the future, You must let Yingge follow you closely, and you must not enter the palace alone."

“Well, it’s a good thing that I got rid of my nationality that year.”

Ye Qianning knew her appearance and the ambitions of powerful people, especially emperors. From the greedy look on Emperor Beili's face at the city gate, she knew what he wanted to do.

If she was from Beili, Emperor Beili could issue an imperial edict asking her to enter the palace, but that is not possible now.

Stateless people are not suppressed by the imperial power. If they want these people to surrender, the only way is war. Marquis Xiang Ming was also glad that he had renounced his nationality that year. Emperor Beili thought that he would definitely die before agreeing, otherwise his identity would push his daughter into the abyss.

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The next day, early morning.

Nan Xiang sat at the table and thought about every detail of yesterday, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Ye Qianning saw her reserve and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I've done everything, what's there to be embarrassed about?"

That flying kick yesterday—

It’s really not something that ordinary girls can do.

"I...did I bump into your dad yesterday?" Nan Xiang's mind still showed a scarred face, and he was drowsy and had nightmares all night.

Ye Qianning nodded.

Nan Xiang’s red face turned a little pale.

“I thought you were so bold.”

"No, I had a dream yesterday. In the dream, I went to the underworld, and the king of **** who judged me was your father."

…”

“He said I had done many evil things and even let a monster with a bull’s head burn and fry me.”

…”

Nan Xiang still had a look of fear on his face, obviously frightened by the dream.

Ye Qianning reassured: "Dreams are all fake."

Nan Xiang felt uncomfortable all over: "It's very real. I can still feel the feeling of being thrown into a frying pan...it's so scary."

“What’s so scary about this early in the morning?”

A deep voice sounded, and then Xiang Minghou walked in from the door.