The Small Pavilion Meets Song Xuan

Mo Zhu and Qin Shuo were currently sitting on the pavilion, and Mo Zhu was smiling from the corner of his mouth, listening to what Qin Shuo was saying.

"Hu Xiao is too violent. Mo Zhu, look at our eyes, she was punched and it hurt so much that it killed us. She didn't say anything and beat us up right in front of Yin Fufeng."

Qin Shuo gently caressed the bruises around his eyes, making hissing sounds from time to time. Mo Zhu wanted to laugh, but didn't dare to.

The emperor of a country didn't even dare to retaliate after being beaten up by a woman. How despicable!

Qin Shuo did not dare to beat Hu Xiao up, but he dared to beat up Mo Zhu.

"Your Majesty, the Empress is a woman. Even if you were beaten by her, it wouldn't be a big deal. Just bear with it and you'll be over." The corner of Mo Zhu's mouth could not help but twitch. For such a serious injury, just looking at it would cause pain.