Zheng Jin faced Bai Xilie.
"Emperor!" His expression was flustered, and his tone was urgent: "Moxin is only five years old, she understands nothing, just babbling nonsensically. Please don’t take issue with a child!"
Bai Xilie’s eyes were filled with anger.
His jawline was tense, as if suppressing a monstrous rage.
Suddenly, he displayed a smile full of malice.
"Don’t take issue with a child?"
Bai Xilie said in a somber tone: "If she only spoke of me, I might barely overlook it as mere child’s talk."
"But, she insulted my daughter!"
"Zhi’er is a princess, who gave you such audacity to slander in private and dare to bring it before me!"
He immediately waved his sleeve: "Kill them and cut off Zheng Moxin’s tongue for me."
The Asura envoy, wearing an evil ghost mask, instantly placed a hand on the sword at their waist and stepped forward.
The blades they drew glinted with a chilling light!
Zheng Moxin cowered in Zheng Jin’s arms, sobbing in terror.
"Emperor! Please spare Moxin this once, whatever punishment, let this humble official bear it!"
Zheng Jin was flustered, his face flush with urgency.
But Bai Xilie showed no mercy.
Underneath his sword-like brows, his starry eyes narrowed, like a deep pool.
"Carry on, I don’t want to hear more of their nonsense."
Zheng Moxin was panic-stricken and helpless.
In the past, no matter what she did wrong at home, Zheng Jin would always forgive her.
This time, she merely spoke the truth, pointed out the princess’s shortcomings, and the Emperor actually wanted her life!
Princess Cui Cuo was indeed Bai Xilie’s reverse scale.
Zheng Jin saw that pleading was useless.
He hurriedly shouted loudly: "Emperor! I know the whereabouts of Xu Lianzhou!"
The Asura envoy’s sword was precisely five inches from Zheng Moxin’s neck at that moment.
Bai Xilie’s eyes were fierce and cold, gazing at the anxious and worried Zheng Jin.
"Xu Lianzhou?" He raised an eyebrow.
Xu Lianzhou was once a figure of Jianghu.
By chance, he was taken in as a sworn brother by Jing Jia.
He even became her trusted aide, managing various affairs for her.
Long ago, Bai Xilie had once been jealous over Xu Lianzhou.
But, after Jing Jia took Bai Zhi’er and disappeared.
Xu Lianzhou also vanished without a trace.
Bai Xilie was unconcerned with his whereabouts.
Zheng Jin, however, added: "What if Xu Lianzhou knows where Lady is? Wouldn’t it all be clear if the Emperor could find him and ask?"
Bai Xilie gazed at him with a deep look without speaking for a moment.
Zheng Jin thought he had persuaded the Emperor.
So he continued: "As long as the Emperor spares Moxin, I will definitely disclose Xu Lianzhou’s whereabouts."
Bai Xilie, upon hearing this, inadvertently raised an eyebrow, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Zheng Jin, there’s no need to calculate wishful thinking, not a word you say will I believe."
"Zheng Moxin’s disrespectful words against Zhi’er, even if you break your head pleading, I will not pardon her by even a fraction!"
His expression turned severe, waving his sleeve: "Execute now!"
Zheng Jin, at his wits’ end, guarded Zheng Moxin while shouting: "Emperor, you can order execution for disrespect, but I did not bribe Chief of the Secretariat Yu Zhun. If I die just , what would scholars and literati think of you?"
Bai Xilie, expressionless: "Do you think everyone is like you, bored of living?"
Zheng Jin gritted his teeth: "I may die, but in all matters, there should be evidence!"
Just then, a soft, milky voice emerged from beyond the hall doors—
"Here is the evidence, I’ve brought it!"
Bai Xilie stood up abruptly. Upon hearing his daughter’s voice, the icy murderous intent on his face vanished without a trace.
He quickly descended the steps and embraced the little one who had run in.
"Zhi’er, where did you find the evidence?"