The corners of Di Beiming's eyes twitched violently, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Could this black thing have better timing?!
The palace mistress was shocked to find that her usually expressionless son actually revealed a doting smile. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and asked, "Who sent you the voice transmission talisman? Was it that little trash? What did she say?"
Di Beiming was naturally not stupid enough to tell his mother what Yun Chujiu said. He said indifferently, "Nothing. Little Jiu just told me to take care of my body and asked me to greet you on her behalf."
"Hmph! Useless! That little trash can forget about entering our Di family!"
Di Beiming rubbed his forehead helplessly. "Mother, if I remember correctly, the maternal family is not a big cultivation clan. Back then, grandmother did not complain that your family background was not that great either."
