The Fifth Prince's face darkened at once.
"Who told you to attack? In the struggle among the Nine Dragons for the throne, even if a prince dies, he can only die at the hands of another prince. What are you, to think you can kill a member of the imperial family?"
The aura around the Seventh Prince visibly surged, and he strode forward, only to be blocked by someone.
"Nian Tianjiao!"
The Seventh Prince spoke coldly, but Nian Tianjiao showed no sign of backing down. His aura surged as well.
In terms of aura, the Seventh Prince had the overwhelming advantage, but... he still needed the Red Division's strength.
Seizing power wasn't just about killing. He also needed supporters and loyal subordinates. He couldn't attack the Red Division over a momentary outburst.
The Seventh Prince gradually reined in his aura and looked intently at Ming, who was hiding behind Nian Tianjiao.
"Hee-hee, don't get so worked up. You can always stab the Fifth Princess a few more times and take credit for killing her yourself."
Hearing Ming's completely improper remark, the Seventh Prince nearly lost his temper again.
Still, one thing she said was true.
The notion that only a prince could kill another prince was merely a matter of pride among the imperial family, a matter of ceremony and dignity.
Even he hoped that if he ever lost, he would die at the hands of another prince, not some commoner.
That wouldn't be dignified. It would bring shame upon imperial authority.
Of course, beyond its symbolic significance, this unspoken rule that only a prince could bring down another prince was meaningless.
So after examining the Fifth Princess's body, the Seventh Prince simply drew his sword, aimed it at her still heart, and stabbed her again, piercing her chest to