Prince Gong sneered. "If Your Highness the Crown Prince wishes to convict your imperial younger brother, why waste breath on such useless nonsense? Simply declare your imperial younger brother guilty. Your imperial younger brother will certainly obey Your Highness's decree!"
"Hmph. Do you think I can't produce evidence?" the Crown Prince snorted coldly. "Men, bring up the master of Shanhe Tower!"
Then several guards dragged a battered, scar-covered figure in front of everyone.
Yang Zhengshan glanced at him.
The master of Shanhe Tower!
Hehe—
In the jianghu, this was absolutely a renowned expert whose name thundered like thunderclaps.
His strength, his status, stood far above Ye Changkai and Xiang Qiaohe.
Yet now this man was being dragged before the assembled ministers like a dead dog.
Before the Imperial Court, jianghu martial artists were just this lowly.
Let alone some saying about knights using martial might to defy the law, the wrath of a common man, blood splashing within five steps.
Without Xiantian strength, you did not even have the right to make blood splash within five steps.
"And that Jade Dew Spirit Peach. Hehe. A year ago, imperial younger brother spent a heavy sum to obtain it from the South Sea. In order to place a bounty on the Marquis of Jing'an, imperial younger brother actually took out such a treasure. You truly spared no cost!"
The Crown Prince signaled to the attendant beside him, and the attendant brought over a jade box. Inside the jade box was a peach, green with a flush of red.
The peach was not large, only the size of an adult's fist. It looked no different from an ordinary peach.
But if one observed it carefully, one would discover a very faint halo lingering over the peach.
Prince Gong's face darkened. He had not