The Merciless Lord Xi

"For the prestige of the Imperial Clan…"

Xi Ying sneered coldly again as he said those words in his cold voice. 

His eyes on Qin Wenya were filled with mockery and one of his hands rested on his sword. His patience was really ending. 

This drama…now he just wished to end it. 

So just in a span of a few hours, Xi Ying's sword came out of its sheath for the second time and it again rested on the same neck. 

"P…P…Prime Min..Minister Xi. What are you doing? This servant didn't do anything wrong now."

The old nanny who was shivering badly under the sword said with difficulty. 

However, Xi Ying kept his sword in the same place instead with more force than almost made the nanny think that if she moved even a bit, the sword would cut her neck on its own. 

"Tell everyone, seventeen years ago…who was it who had hidden the hairpin in Li Zhan's clothes during the banquet. Tell everyone the truth."