The commander of the Imperial Saber Guards received the order from the emperor and led a few Imperial Saber Guards into the hall aggressively.
Just as they were about to make a move to capture her, they heard Mo Beiyuan's cold voice with a domineering aura. "Let's see who dares to touch my people."
The group of saber guards was stunned by Mo Beiyuan's cold aura.
Their legs paused and they did not dare to go forward rashly.
"Royal brother, what is the meaning of this? You sent her to the palace. I thought you should have figured it out." Mo Donglin was really embarrassed and said angrily.
Mo Beiyuan was looking down on him even more. In a few years, he would probably even want to snatch the throne.
Mo Beiyuan did not move. A cold glint appeared in his eyes, and his cold voice was as cold as winter water.
