Qin Feiyang looked at Emperor Hong, frowned, and said, "What do you want?"
"Shall we talk in private?"
Emperor Hong asked.
"Talk?"
The State Preceptor felt a chill in his heart.
Could it be that Qin Feiyang saved the little prince, and Emperor Hong was moved with compassion.
Qin Feiyang was also quite surprised and said, "What is there to talk about between us?"
Emperor Hong said, "Our grudges are indeed deep, but no matter what, we are both descendants of the Qin Clan. There's no need to be so indifferent!"
"Haha..."
"Descendants of the Qin Clan..."
"Are you joking?"
"If you really treated me as a descendant of the Qin Clan, would you be so cruel to me?"
"Indifferent?"
"Compared to your indifference, what does mine even count for?"
Qin Feiyang laughed heartily, his eyes full of sarcasm.
Emperor Hong raised an eyebrow and said, "It won't take much of your time."
"Fine."
"I'll just treat it as respect for elders and love for the young."
Qin Feiyang said calmly.
