"What a majestic presence. As the City Lord, you actually make things so difficult for an envoy from a neighboring country. If this ruins the court's plans, can you bear the responsibility?" Zhu Xiuqing stepped forward and said righteously.
In fact, he had long wanted to jump out, but the situation changed too quickly, and he hadn't found the opportunity before.
"And who might you be?" Wu Ziyue, hearing his arrogant tone, did not underestimate him and asked casually.
"I am the Heir of Prince Anxi, Zhu Xiuqing," Zhu Xiuqing said smugly. Having been a punching bag for Mu Hanyan for so long, he finally found an opportunity to shine.
"You say you're the Heir of Prince Anxi, hahahaha, did you all hear that? This little beggar dares to say he is the Heir of Prince Anxi." Wu Ziyue laughed out loud.
