Little Ying?
Such a disrespectful address made Ying Ji raise her eyebrows, instinctively almost pulling out a feather duster again.
Gu Sansong frowned secretly, his tone displeased, and said, "This is a major matter that I discuss with you. Your Highness, as the Crown Prince of Central Netherworld, still has the capital to negotiate with me. Forgive my bluntness, but such a maid is not qualified to sit at this table and speak."
Baili An sighed and said: "The Alliance Hierarch is unaware. Since the failed coup of the National Governance Hall, my reputation in Central Netherworld has plummeted. If we truly speak of qualifications, I am far less qualified than this one."
Gu Sansong sneered coldly: "Even so, for a mere maid, it is impossible to speak beyond one's position. If Your Highness has not even this bit of courage, how can you command Central Netherworld in the future, and how can you discuss the world with me?"
