Mi Lu, in such a situation, did not take full control of the battle but instead lowered his postures to seek help from Ning Feiyan. This showed that the Manxie clan had indeed reached an extraordinarily difficult level. Ning Feiyan had responded to the summons, but her usually composed face was marked with gravity. Baili An guessed that today’s battle had also troubled her, and he said, "I will go with you." Ning Feiyan did not reject his proposal, and soon, under the guidance of an Inner Official, the two quickly arrived at the domestic politics hall. The hall’s decor was peculiar, set in a vast and orderly palace, primarily featuring dark hues. Suspended in the middle of the hall floated a giant circular mirror, within which one could view the battlefield scenes around the Imperial City of Mo City; it was quite convenient. Mi Lu, sitting on a throne chair, saw Baili An next to Ning Feiyan and his eyes, filled with hostility, uncontrollably rolled. His brows furrowed in displeasure, and his lips downturned, seemingly preparing to utter some biting satire. Qi Ren, having taken in Young Master Mi Lu’s expression, timely spoke out, "Your Highness, Lord Yihe’s arrival is indeed timely. He could contribute his efforts in today’s battle to defend the city." Mi Lu’s heart lurched, realizing the other’s status, knowing he had no right to order him away, and even due to Baili An’s arrival, by rules, he should offer up his main seat for him. A face already marked by hostility grew even gloomier. Fortunately, Baili An was not interested in the chair that Mi Lu had sat on. After sitting down next to Ning Feiyan, he focused his gaze on the battlefield reflected in the mirror. Ning Feiyan got straight to the point, "Why did the Manxie clan rebel?" While speaking, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Mi Lu, her gaze containing a scrutiny Young Lord had never seen before. Perhaps the directness of Ning Feiyan’s gaze was too intense, causing the hostility in Mi Lu’s eyes to intensify and even made the suspended mirror above the platform flicker with unstable phantasms. "You are questioning me!" Now it was merely an opportunity at the Monarch’s Return Banquet to change masters, effectively nullifying the paper marriage contract between them. But a servant remains a servant; over these years, if not for relying on this connection, how could she have occupied the position of Si He so peacefully? Mi Lu felt that Ning Feiyan had never been as presumptuous and disrespectful as now. In the past before him, she always showed submission and humility, never daring to challenge his authority so blatantly, almost as if she wanted to ride over his head. Ning Feiyan’s gaze fleetingly touched the suspended mirror, ignoring the hostility in Mi Lu’s eyes, "Your Highness, if you invited me to command the battle, please do not deliberately conceal the battle reports. After all, I only have one life, but it should not be so recklessly squandered by your highness." Ning Feiyan’s tone was not sharp, still maintaining a soft yet cutting demeanor, which instantly darkened Mi Lu’s already hostile face threefold. With a snap, he fiercely broke the armrest of his Xuantie chair, coldly saying, "You’re just an object serving others with beauty! Young Master indulges you, allowing you a place among the six rivers. Without Young Master’s support, what difference is there between your insignificant life and those lowly Enchanting Demons! If Young Master chooses to squander, then squander it will be, a slave’s life born to be sacrificed for me, really thinking yourself as the master now?!" "Please watch your words, Young Master Mi Lu," said Baili An, who had been quietly observing the battlefield in the mirror since entering, now shifted his gaze without much change in expression. Mi Lu sneered, "What does this have to do with you!" Baili An was silent momentarily, then straightened up a bit, stretching an arm toward Ning Feiyan and said, "Fei Yan, come here." Now, not only Mi Lu Qi Ren sat in the council hall, but also the core ancient figures among the seventy-two Demon Generals under the Prison Law. Baili An’s openly beckoning caused a bizarre change in the expressions of everyone present. Ning Feiyan’s deep eyes concealed the quality of enquiry, her face slightly blushed as she lightly lifted her skirt, with a slight tremble of her lashes carrying a hint of girlish shyness, she softly leaned towards him. Baili An, seeing her act so convincingly under Mi Lu’s ugly face, took the opportunity to wrap his arm around Ning Feiyan’s soft waist, letting her sit on his lap. Ning Feiyan played along smoothly, her arms hooking around Baili An’s neck, appearing less like sitting on his lap and more like a clingy lazy cat draped over her owner. Although Ning Feiyan was known outside for being flirtatious, sending suggestive and bold glances, in reality, no one had ever seen her engage in any physical intimacies in public. Perhaps this woman was too cunning, needing no excess gestures, no intimate touches, sometimes just a suggestive glance could lead men to wander imaginatively, seeing her actually comply with this call now, submissively letting the young man hold her, inevitably made the onlookers feel a sense of unreality. He nearly ground his back teeth to blood! He and Ning Feiyan had a marriage contract for thousands of years, this fat duck, not to mention eaten, he had never even touched her body, and now that the contract had just been destroyed, was she clinging to another man, deliberately trying to infuriate him to death?! Baili An noticed the rising murderous intent from Mi Lu, his gaze lightly drifting, "So Young Master Mi Lu treats his marriage as something to be squandered, but perhaps Young Master has forgotten, that now you have no right to squander her life."