The little bun was practically pushed into the house.
Feng Zixiu, who was next to the little bun, said, "Tell your aunt that she's not worthy of my father. If she knows what's good for her, she should stay away from the Prince Regent's Residence."
Feng Zixiu was a few years older than the little bun so he was much taller than the latter. When he spoke, he looked down at the little bun, and he was very arrogant. His attitude was completely different from how he behaved in front of Consort Dowager Ning.
"Are you afraid? If my aunt isn't worthy of the Prince Regent like you said, the Prince Regent and the Emperor would have long abolished her title. However, she still holds this title," the little bun said seriously. Although he was angry, his thoughts were very clear.
Feng Zixiu was naturally unhappy by the little bun's rebuttal. His expression darkened. He did not expect the kid would dare to refute him.
