Outside the Golden Palace.
The Third Prince and Prince Chen stood facing each other, one beside the gate pillar on the left and the other beside the gate pillar on the right. Both radiated wave after wave of imperial pressure, as though they could make heaven and earth bow beneath their feet.
Zhu Mo glanced at the two princes, smiling bitterly inwardly as he silently moved aside, distancing himself from them.
For a long while, neither of them spoke. Prince Chen gazed at the palace towers and city walls in the distant imperial palace, while the Third Prince wore a cold smile and kept glancing at Prince Chen, seemingly intentionally and seemingly not.
In the end.
The Third Prince could not hold back any longer. He smiled faintly and took the initiative to speak to Prince Chen. "Seventh Younger Brother, I truly never expected something like this to happen in the Imperial Capital. Before Father Emperor's birthday celebration, three Holy Sons and Holy Daughters actually died one after another."
Prince Chen's expression was cold and indifferent. "Are you mocking me for handling matters poorly, Third Older Brother?"
The Third Prince hurriedly said, "No, no, no. Those demonic cultivators have been stirring up trouble in the Imperial Capital, completely challenging the dignity of our Chu imperial clan. What I mean is... if Seventh Younger Brother cannot handle this matter, just say the word. I am willing to lend you a hand."
Prince Chen's eyes darkened. He naturally understood the hidden meaning behind the Third Prince's words.
If Prince Chen asked the Third Prince for help, it would undoubtedly mean that he lacked the ability and had to seek the Third Prince's aid, proving that the Third Prince was more capable than Prince Chen.
His words sounded soft and yielding, but needles