"Cough, cough... I'm fine..."
With the support of the white-haired old eunuch, Ji Wushuang struggled to sit up. He coughed up several more mouthfuls of clotted blood, his face as pale as paper.
He waved a hand, signaling the others to withdraw.
His gaze was so dark it seemed ready to drip water as he stared fixedly in the direction Xiao Yang had vanished, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.
Humiliation!
Unprecedented humiliation!
Ji Wushuang had been a favored son of heaven from birth, the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Court!
Ever since he was born, he had been surrounded by admiration and revered by countless people. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Defeated in a single move, suppressed to the ground, and stepped on in the face as though he were a dog!
In the end, he had even been spared like a beggar receiving alms!
Whenever he thought of Xiao Yang's contemptuous gaze and those words—"nothing more than this"—Ji Wushuang felt as though ten thousand needles were piercing his heart at once, leaving him in such agony that he could barely breathe!
"Xiao Yang! Xiao Yang!!"
He roared that name madly in his heart!
His hatred was like floodwaters bursting through a dam, nearly swallowing what remained of his reason!
"Your Highness, please quell your anger."
The white-haired old eunuch's voice drifted from beside him, like a frigid wind from the netherworld.
"A gentleman takes revenge; ten years is not too late. It is not worth damaging your health over such a trivial matter."
"A trivial matter?!"
Ji Wushuang abruptly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely at the old eunuch. "Wei Zhongxian! You call this a trivial matter?!"
"My face, the face of the Heavenly Court, was trampled beneath the feet of that ant from