Wait until the Crown Prince finishes speaking, then he would come up with a countermeasure; after all, it is the face of the Imperial Family at stake.
In this world, the only one who could step on his face and still have him find a way to help others out of trouble was his own Little Jiujiu, who had that kind of privilege.
It's said that one thing subdues another, but Sikong Mo, who fears neither heaven nor earth, has only one Ye Jiu, for whom he's willing to go to such lengths to obtain, to protect with his life.
The old Emperor couldn't refute and could only sneer coldly in his heart, "Since the War King finds his matters important, let the War King speak first. What exactly is so urgent that you can't even wait for the Crown Prince to finish speaking!"
Rubbing the item inside his sleeve with his fingers, Sikong Mo gave a bitter smile but eventually made a firm decision.
