General Fremont stepped aside, revealing the stern-faced Yang Ming.
Princess Dana felt as though she was looking into a pair of incredibly sharp eyes.
Yang Ming gestured, and General Fremont turned to close the door of the lounge.
"Princess, before you started doing these things, didn't you prepare a few laser guns?"
"What, what are you talking about?"
Yang Ming stepped forward. Princess Dana's ample body trembled, and she unconsciously stepped back.
"The Imperial Palace had been under my surveillance for a long time," said Yang Ming in a measured tone. "I wouldn't allow anyone to take the throne that belongs to Edwan – not you and not the Old Emperor. Did you think your actions would be so smooth without my permission?"
General Fremont slightly shrugged his shoulders at the side.
Princess Dana retreated to the couch, trying to breathe deeply to calm herself down, and whispered, "You must understand whom you are speaking to!"
