"Imperial Father is gravely ill and needs quiet rest. Are you trying to disturb Imperial Father's recovery?" The Crown Prince glared at Prince Gong, not yielding an inch.
Prince Gong's face looked as if it had been coated in frost, his eyes filled with sinister venom. Suddenly, he yanked the long saber from the waist of the guard beside him and pointed it straight at the Crown Prince's chest.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, the one disturbing Imperial Father today is not me. It is you!"
"Isn't this exactly the result you wanted?"
Hearing this, the Crown Prince's face turned blue, then white, his chest heaving unevenly.
Was this the result he wanted?
Yes, and no!
He did want to get rid of Prince Gong and Prince Cheng, and he had also hoped Prince Gong and Prince Cheng would do something excessive. But he absolutely did not want Prince Cheng and Prince Gong to raise troops and cause trouble.
Still, he was not too panicked right now. Don't look at how fiercely Prince Cheng and Prince Gong were making a scene; they could not overturn the heavens.
He was only furious that Prince Gong had drawn a blade on him.
"How dare you! Prince Gong, do you intend to murder me?" the Crown Prince demanded.
Prince Gong gripped the saber hilt tightly, his gaze brimming with killing intent. If he could, he wished he could stab this bastard to death right now.
Unfortunately, he could not. Things had not yet reached an irreversible point. He still had a sliver of a chance to turn the tables. Until the very end, he would never give up.
"Enough. We should still go pay audience to Imperial Father!" Prince Cheng slowly stood, calm and unhurried as he spoke up.
Prince Gong stared deeply