"Yes, Lady Bai? Have you cut yourself?"
Bai Yunxian's lips curved into a smile that contained absolutely no warmth, a smile so beautiful and utterly devoid of sanity that even Mo Ling Yuan's internal alarms began to blare.
"I believe we are done discussing the state affairs," Bai Yunxian said, standing up with predatory grace.
He stepped smoothly between Yun Shu and the table, effectively blocking Mo Ling Yuan's line of sight to his husband.
He looked down at the Chancellor, his red eyes blazing with a possessive, psychotic fury that he had never allowed the world to see.
"If you ever speak to my husband in such a familiar tone again," Bai Yunxian whispered, the threat laced with the heavy, crushing spiritual pressure of a cultivator on the verge of the Nascent Soul realm, "I will not bother submitting a dossier to the Emperor. I will personally tear your tongue from your throat and feed it to the forest hounds. Do we have an understanding... Chancellor?"
