Prime Minister Zhao glared at Zhao Xu, "Guests must be treated with care, how could you be so reckless?"
Zhao Xu walked over and helped Prince Beimo up, asking, "Are you satisfied with this spar?"
Princess Jing Mountain, "…."
Prince Beimo, "…."
The smoldering flames in Princess Jing Mountain's eyes almost turned Zhao Xu to ashes.
Beating her Imperial Brother like this, then rubbing salt in his wounds?!
It's lucky this is Nanliang, if it were Beimo, letting her father and the civil and military officials of Beimo see this scene, her Imperial Brother would lose all face and might not even be able to inherit the throne.
Does he know when to stop? How could he be so ruthless… no, so merciless with his feet!
Princess Jing Mountain glared at Zhao Xu's feet, wishing she could stomp on them a few more times.
Young Master Zhao felt delighted after beating Prince Beimo, but Princess Jing Mountain glared at him, making him uneasy again.
