Palace courtyard, Emperor's bedroom.
Yang Qingqing, in a light green low-cut long dress, had a face as white as snow, full of loneliness, her eyes teary as she cried quietly.
No matter what, Yang Xian was her biological father. Now hearing that the Court was sending troops to the Shu Residence, not only outnumbering Shu Residence's forces, but also led by Wu Yanqing, with the State Preceptor as deputy commander. Both of them were Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists. Wasn't this going for her father's life?
"Precisely because he is your biological father, he should heed my will and not repeatedly oppose the Court and oppose me." Chen Mo said coldly.
Yang Qingqing looked at the young man in the Emperor's Robe with red eyes, her jade face full of sorrow. She grasped Chen Mo's Emperor's Robe, and choked: "Can't Your Majesty spare him?"
