At those words, Qi Yunheng narrowed his eyes dangerously. His expression darkened as he stared at him, a chilling gleam flashing in his black, fathomless eyes. "Are you threatening This King?"
The First Prince looked contemptuous, his expression arrogant and disdainful. "Third Royal Brother, how can you call this a threat?"
His words brimmed with veiled menace and malice as he continued unhurriedly, "As your elder brother, I'm giving you a chance to prove to Eleventh how much you care about him."
"That way, he can see your true colors and become utterly 'devoted' to you, can't he?"
Qi Yunheng clenched his hands slightly beneath his sleeves, murderous ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. "There has only ever been one fate for those who dare threaten This King."
He gave a slight wave of his hand. Uncle Fu immediately understood and called toward the doors, "Archers, enter the hall!"
A large contingent of archers surged into the hall at once, spreading out into every corner to encircle the First Prince and his companions with arrows trained on them.
"This King intended to spare your lives for old times' sake, yet you insisted on coming here to seek your own deaths."
Qi Yunheng's gaze cut toward them like a blade. "Very well. This King will grant your wish. None of you will leave here alive today!"
With his cold, sinister expression and the icy gleam in his hawklike eyes, he looked like a ghostly emissary from the Underworld, sending chills down their spines.
Qi Shi and the Eighth Prince involuntarily shrank back, both hiding behind the First Prince.
The First Prince had not expected Qi Yunheng to be so ruthless, utterly disregarding Little Yun Cheng's safety. His expression twisted briefly as he gripped Little Yun Cheng's chin and looked at him.
"Eleventh,