Trouble in Emperor Xia's Realm

Ye Futian clearly understood what Emperor Xia meant.

That old guy actually had thoughts like that.

Well, not that it didn't sound exciting or anything, though.

But then again, just thoughts, nothing more. He wasn't that type of person, after all.

Ye Futian's actions were more benign than what was going on in his head. He bowed right away after hearing Emperor Xia's Words and said, "Your Majesty, I dare not harbor such thoughts."

"Dare not?" Emperor Xia smirked coldly at him and asked, "Is there anything you dare not do?"

That kid is the Princess's valet in name, but since when did he ever give any face to Qingyuan, eh? Emperor Xia thought.

One hell of an *ssole; that's what he is, the Emperor thought.

Emperor Xia dared not subject his precious daughter to any degree of grievances, however slight it might have been. Yet, for a long time, what his daughter had been occupied with was little more than what was going on with Ye Futian.