The King of South Ming watched silently at the nearby Town-Nation Duke's Heir, unparalleled in handsomeness, and graceful in demeanor.
His composed face twitched slightly as the Jade Bead in his hand slowly began to spin.
Then, the King of South Ming's gaze moved to the exceptionally beautiful Queen of the South Ming, who, despite her noble demeanor, carried the seductive charm of an Oiran. Her regal aura melded perfectly with her coquettish appearance.
Very beautiful.
But the King of South Ming felt that he couldn't quite appreciate her.
His lips moved a few times, wanting to say something, yet in the end, he didn't utter a word.
Silently, he stepped aside, retreating a few steps.
And withdrew the dagger from his waist that the Queen of the South Ming had plunged into him.
In the end, he didn't dare to do anything to the capricious avatar of the Demon Emperor that was the Queen of the South Ming.
At most, he could only rage impotently, like a master of desk cleaning.
