The Rules Prime Minister Wen Failed to Teach You, I Will!

Wen Zhongyan's flippant gesture and provocative words were like a massive boulder hurled into a still lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

Countless gazes swung toward Wen Zhongyan in unison.

Those gazes held shock, disbelief, anger, and undisguised murderous intent.

Did this young aristocrat from Shenjing truly think Eastern Prefecture was his Shenjing City? That he could act with impunity simply because he was the chancellor's son, brazen enough to disrespect the Marquis of Chu?

Li Xuantong's and Fu Yu's faces darkened at once.

Zhao Wujiu gave a cold snort, spiritual power surging around him. Had Li Xuantong not swept him with an icy glance, he would likely have already lost control.

Even the corners of Song Wuya's mouth twitched a few times.

Seriously, young man? Are you really this bold?

He knew Wen Zhongyan was young and hot-blooded, unwilling to concede an inch in bearing, but this was taking ignorance of heaven's heights and earth's depths too far.

What place was this?

Eastern Prefecture!

Who was the man before him?

A man who had entered the divine mansion realm before thirty, pressured the emperor, earned the title of Governor of Yang Province, and established his dominion over an entire prefecture.

It was Li Xinge, the Marquis of Chu, who had just forced him, a mid-stage divine mansion cultivator, back in a head-on clash of auras.

Yes, his father was the chancellor.

But here in Eastern Prefecture, where heaven was high and the emperor far away, the chancellor's name might not prove as useful as the Marquis of Chu's blade!

Li Xinge did not grow angry. He simply watched Wen Zhongyan quietly, his gaze so frighteningly calm that Wen Zhongyan's scalp began to prickle.

At that moment, Wen Zhongyan already regretted his impulsiveness a little.

But then he remembered