"Meng Yi, I want you to tell me exactly what happened, from beginning to end. Do not leave out a single detail."
A man in a yellow robe and purple crown sat on a wide, stately chair. His chilling gaze, like ice that hadn't thawed in millennia, was fixed on those below.
Opposite him, Meng Yi and two others were kneeling on one knee, cold sweat beading on their foreheads. The arrogant girl sat to the side, her gaze icy.
"Yes, Your Highness. This is what happened…" Meng Yi immediately recounted everything he knew.
"A Tier Four Celestial Martial Artist, and a court Alchemist to boot?" Prince He, Zhao Xun, frowned and muttered to himself.
"Father, you must avenge Jing'er! I've never been slapped in my entire life!" The arrogant girl gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with venomous hatred.
"Jing'Er, rest assured, Father will get justice for you. Why don't you tell me what happened as well?"
