Judging by Qimu Ge's expression, he was certain that Shen Qing and her companions could do absolutely nothing to him.
Shen Qing's brow furrowed slightly. A strange feeling flashed through her mind, but in a situation like this, she had no time to dwell on it. A mocking smile lifted the corner of her mouth, and just as she was about to speak, a familiar voice came from behind her—a voice that was now several times colder and more sinister than usual. "A mere Daliang envoy, you have quite the mouth on you. Has my benevolence these past few years given you the mistaken impression that you can walk all over Da Qi?"
Everyone present froze, staring in utter shock at the man in a deep purple official robe who was walking out from the crowd, his handsome features clear and severe.
Qimu Ge was so stunned his eyes felt like they would tear from their sockets.
'Isn't that Prime Minister Yu?! What is Prime Minister Yu doing here?!'
What happened next, however, shocked him even more.
