The Beirut King quietly listened to the maid's report and sighed, "Indeed, she is Beitang Xinyi's granddaughter, such astonishing talent runs in the blood, it's laughable, truly absurd."
A woman wanting to be Emperor?
What a foolish dream.
As long as he was alive, no woman would ever sit on that throne.
The maid knelt on the ground, not daring to say a word.
"You're saying, Little Mei thought she was quite right, and didn't lose her temper?" The Beirut King looked indifferent, "Kids, when they grow up, they all have a rebellious phase."
The maid still didn't dare to speak, her body trembled slightly.
"There can be many Princesses." The Beirut King smiled and sighed, "As long as I wish, I can make anyone a Princess, but Little Mei is different, she is talented and obedient, but alas..."
The last three words confirmed to the maid that the Beirut King indeed wanted to get rid of Princess Meivis.
