Catch Mo Beiyuan and Bite Him Later!

"That's right. It's because of that little girl. When Emperor Wu'an came to the Prime Minister's residence, he was carrying that little girl in his arms. That little girl is very vicious at such a young age. Your Majesty, you have to uphold justice for me!"

"My son is only sixteen years old this year. Now, he has died tragically in front of me. I've lost my family!"

Yun Zhiyuan no longer had the temperament and demeanor of the top minister of the five nations. Now, he had become the biggest joke in the East Continent's Imperial City.

The Emperor did not care if Yun Zhiyuan's son died miserably. After all, he did not care even if his own bloodline died.

He only wanted to know how to use this matter to deal with Mo Beiyuan.