Entering the imperial banquet hall were two underlings of Fire Glaze, who carried Ye Weiqiang straight out.
Mo Yinhe had already ascended the stairs and returned to his little seat, playing with a miniature handgun, and swept his gaze over the crowd from his elevated position: "Who else thinks my mother doesn't qualify to be queen?"
Apart from Cao Jianyu, another king persuaded by Ye Weiqiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and downed the wine on his table in one gulp.
Mo Yinhe effortlessly called out his name: "King Guo, what about you? You seem to have not taken a stand yet. You don't plan on being a fence-sitter, wavering between both sides, do you?"
As he spoke, the gun in his hand swung like a toy from left to right, resembling the wavering fence-sitter.
