Gong Juechen didn't get annoyed but said with a cheerful smile, "Whether you're happy about it is your business, but how I call you is my business, and I just want to call you old man. If you have the guts, why don't you bite me to death like a little dog?"
"You!" The Emperor of Xiyun was so angry he wanted to chop off Gong Juechen's head.
An Jing originally didn't want to get involved, but Gong Juechen just had a sharp tongue and didn't really mean any harm. After all, he had once treated her youngest son, and she didn't want the Emperor of Xiyun to chop off Gong Juechen's head in a fit of rage. She could only try to soothe the situation by saying, "Yi-fu, he just has a shameless nature; you needn't be angry with him, it's not worth it."
Gong Juechen then immediately joined in the shamelessness, "Exactly, exactly, it's not worth it. I'm just like this; my words are like farts, no one should take offense at them."
Farts...
The Emperor of Xiyun: "..." Vulgar!
