Everyone present knelt down with a swoosh, their hearts all trembling at this moment.
More shocked than when they heard the Emperor himself was coming.
Behind Bai Xilie followed a group of Imperial Guard, their hands on their sword hilts, exuding a majestic aura.
As if they were about to unleash a massacre.
Only to see the Emperor walk up to Fang Youzhen.
He extended his hand, smiling gently at the little one: "Zhi'er, your Sister Youzhen is still young, let Daddy hold you."
Only then did Bai Zhi'er obediently leave Fang Youzhen's embrace.
Bai Xilie, tall and imposing, looked down at the stunned Fang Youzhen.
"The eldest daughter of the Fang family, truly worthy of your father Fang Qian's reputation for loyalty and righteousness."
"Soon, I will reward you generously."
Fang Youzhen finally came to her senses and hurriedly knelt down.
"This servant greets the Emperor."
