"Do you know what you're saying?"
A sense of danger filled the room. Liu Yue, who was originally as elegant as ink, did not look like a scholar at all. There was a terrifying pressure on him.
Ying Yue's face instantly turned pale, and she stumbled back a few steps. Her chest felt stuffy, and she almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
This was the existence of a ninth-grade Saint. Just a trace of her aura was enough to make her feel like an ant, unable to struggle at all.
However, she did not die, which meant that the other party did not have the intention to kill her. This also meant that she still had something to say.
Ying Yue took a deep breath and suppressed her injuries. Only then did she open her mouth and slowly speak.
"Lord Prime Minister, please don't be angry. I'm here to discuss cooperation, not with hostility."