She patted Little Nuonuo's back and then turned her gaze to her husband beside her, "Qian Jiyun, can you hold him for a moment?"
Those others, she could order Yuu Rong and Leng Yikun to beat them up, but in front of this one, she really didn't want to use someone else's hand. Better she do it herself.
"Okay."
Qian Jiyun chuckled, taking their son from his wife's hands.
"Try to use your feet, don't hurt your hands," he reminded her.
"Okay."
An Jiuyue nodded, first working her hands a little, then gazed at Emperor Zhong with a smile.
"Attending the bedchamber, is that it?"
"You—Ah!"
Just as Emperor Zhong was about to ask who this eunuch was and why they were dressed so absurdly in the palace, a fist smashed toward his eye.
With a scream, he was completely stunned.
Immediately after, a barrage of fists rained down on him, more kicks than punches.
