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Murong Xin's face suddenly turned gloomy, and she slapped Xue Yi across the face.
Murong Xin only used a fraction of her strength, but Xue Yi was still sent flying. All the ladies present were terrified by the ferocity on Murong Xin's face.
"Xue Yi, who gave you the guts to sabotage my father's sixtieth birthday celebration? Was it Noble Consort Xue, huh?" Murong Xin stepped forward and grabbed Xue Yi's neck tightly, lifting her off the ground.
"My father is suffering from a myriad of ailments. Do you know what this sixtieth birthday means to our Murong Family?" The anger on Murong's face was terrifying: "You dare to create trouble at my father's birthday celebration? I really want to ask Noble Consort Xue how many sets of guts she gave you?!"
"No..."
Xue Yi could feel the killing intent radiating from Murong Xin. She was filled with fear and wanted to beg for mercy, but with Murong Xin's grip around her throat, she could barely breathe and couldn't utter a word.
