Princess Qingluo was not afraid of the Ninth Emperor. She was smiling coldly, and her gaze was intense as she looked coldly at the woman walking toward her.
When she saw this stunning face, the hatred in her heart grew deeper, and her face darkened.
The Ninth Emperor stopped before Princess Qingluo with a faint smile.
However, that smile was chilling.
"You..." Qingluo's expression changed dramatically. She was about to speak but saw that the Ninth Emperor had raised her hands.
A sword appeared in her hand out of nowhere, and it reflected a cold light in the sunlight, making people tremble.
Qingluo was stunned. 'This little girl dares to make a move on me?'
Looking at the Ninth Emperor in front of her, she sneered. "Little Nine, think it over. I am not only your stepmother but also the princess of this Feng Yun Kingdom. If you want to make a move against me, I am afraid that you..."
