"Xiongying."
Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao's expressions changed, and they hurriedly rose to their feet and shouted as well.
But Zhu Ying turned a deaf ear to them.
He merely looked coldly at Zhu Fu before him.
"Who did you call lowborn?"
"Say it again."
"I'm giving you a chance."
Zhu Ying spoke coldly as the strength in his hand gradually increased.
Zhu Fu flailed and struggled frantically, yet he could not break free from Zhu Ying's hand, which was like an iron clamp. His face had turned completely red, and he seemed to be on the verge of suffocating.
"Zhu Fu, the emperor's seventh son, is cruel by nature, every bit as brutal as Second Prince Zhu Shuang."
"There should be no shortage of commoners and servants who have died at your hands."
"If you did not have the status of being the emperor's son, you would have died countless times already."
"As for lowborn?"
"Have you forgotten that your emperor father was once one of the lowborn you speak of?"
"What right do you have to call people lowborn at every turn?"
"A useless waste."
"Other than relying on your so-called bloodline, what are you capable of?"
Zhu Ying continued mocking Zhu Fu. When the latter was nearly out of breath,
Zhu Ying raised his hand and threw him.
Bang!
Zhu Fu was flung several meters away and slammed viciously into a beam. His whole body went limp on the floor, his eyes filled with the terror of one who had narrowly escaped death.
Even he
had perhaps never expected Zhu Ying to make a move in front of Zhu Yuanzhang.
Even he
had never expected Zhu Ying to be so bold.
"Zhu Ying, how dare you!"
"Even if you are the eldest legitimate grandson, we are still