Who knew?
The Emperor's face suddenly turned very expressive, his fury overwhelming.
He picked up the brush on the table and threw it towards Yu Siqiao, the Emperor roared, "You beast!"
Yu Siqiao didn't dodge, and the ink from the brush fell onto his robe, splattering little spots of ink.
Infuriatingly, the ink did nothing to diminish Yu Siqiao's unparalleled elegance, instead adding a touch of literary charm.
It's so... so maddening!
The Emperor was about to explode from anger!
He grabbed the memorials on the table and threw them all over.
Yu Siqiao remained calm and composed, appearing very unruffled.
The Emperor really wanted to pick up the inkstone and smash it on his head, but feared it might kill him outright, making it difficult to explain to his daughter, so he stomped in anger, pointed to his nose, and cursed, "You're simply a beast! My daughter has been defiled by you, a mere boy from Liehuo Country, how outrageous, how outrageous!"
