Ahya frowned and looked at He Jieyu, her eyes gradually sharpened.

Her expression remained the same, but her tone took on a bit of coldness: "He Jieyu, what do you mean by that?"

He Jieyu slowly walked into the hall, first bowed towards Xie Jie, with worry and indignation in her voice: "Your Majesty, Liu Cairen is playing with witchcraft and wreaking havoc on the palace, today it's Consort De, tomorrow how do you know it won't hurt Your Majesty's dragon body?"

She lowered ...