"Bastard! I am the Twelfth Prince! What kind of freak are you, daring to impersonate me?!"
Setting aside the fear that had seeped into his bones, Beitang Xing felt even more fury, along with a sense of panic.
All the glory of his life stemmed from his identity as a Prince. Once he lost that identity, he would be no different from any ordinary person.
As for talk of imperial destiny and imperial aura, such things were meaningful only while he remained part of the imperial clan. If he were not imperial blood, they would be worse than useless, because he had no confidence that he could start from nothing and carve out a vast realm and foundation for himself.
That was why he was so shocked by the terrifying methods of the person before him. This person had imitated him with such lifelike perfection.
At the same time, an idea came to him. Perhaps the Tan Cai'er he had encountered before had been the real woman, while this fellow before him, capable of altering both figure and appearance, was a fake who had deliberately impersonated Tan Cai'er.
With that thought as a foundation, all the anomalies he had noticed before could be explained.
For instance, this Tan Cai'er's hair had initially been loose, rather than arranged in the twin immortal buns she usually wore.
For another, this Tan Cai'er's Martial Dao was extraordinarily profound, whereas the real Tan Cai'er was nowhere near as formidable as this person.
Thinking of this, he finally felt somewhat better. The object of his previous pursuit had, after all, been a girl as beautiful as a flower.
But then, the freak he was facing only deepened the unease in his heart.
As a Prince of the current dynasty, he naturally knew of Disguise Techniques.