Another cracking sound rang out, and the Beirut King's left arm was removed.
"..."
The hall remained deathly silent.
The actions of the nobles, ministers, and knights were still constrained by the Emperor's Order, unable to move, and could only watch Ye Wanlan torment the Beirut King in a cold and ruthless manner.
At this moment, they finally realized that this princess who had returned from the Mortal World was unlike the other princesses kept by the Beirut King in the deep palace, who were only known for being obedient and sensible, always following the Beirut King's orders.
She herself was the rule; she would not bow to anyone.
She could be an elegant princess, or she could be an emperor that looked down upon everything.
"Calling the High Priest?" Ye Wanlan still grasped the Beirut King's shoulder, smirked, "I've even forced a coup, yet he hasn't come out; it seems he can't come out."
