"You're the princess? You even gave birth to two children for His Majesty and now you say you are His Majesty's princess, aren't you ashamed?" Song Yun shouted.
When the emperor heard Zhao Panpan's voice, his face sank.
Before the emperor could say anything, the phoenix next to him lifted its wings and waved again. A fist-sized pile of snow smashed directly into Zhao Panpan's face. With a bang, Zhao Panpan screamed in pain.
Jiang Xi thought, 'I can reward you with a chicken leg.'
The imperial preceptor said, "Can't you have some moral integrity as a phoenix! You're not Jiang Xi's hatchet man! You're a divine bird that can fly a few rounds in the sky and maintain a sense of mystery!
