Bai Wanning was utterly stunned. She stared at her son as though she were truly seeing him for the first time. Yesterday's bold declarations had not been a joke. He really meant to topple the mountain of the legitimate line that had weighed on mother and sons for over a decade!
"Rebellion! This is rebellion! Guards! Seize this defiant, unfilial wretch! Seize him!" Nearly fainting with rage, the Duchess pointed at Dai Youheng and shrieked.
Three figures with powerful auras swept into the hall in an instant. All were Soul Emperor level guards. They surrounded Dai Youheng in a triangular formation, their Martial Souls already possessing their bodies.
Just as swords were drawn and bows bent, a leisurely voice carrying an intangible authority came from the doorway. "Heh, Duchess, breakfast at your residence today certainly is-an original affair. Quite lively indeed."
Nebula Douluo Manyi had appeared at the doorway at some point, dressed in red, her white hair like snow. With the ghost of a smile, she watched the pandemonium in the hall. Her gaze swept over the Duchess and her two sons, all three drenched in soup and utterly bedraggled, before settling on the perfectly composed Dai Youheng.
The Duchess forcibly suppressed her coughing and fury, squeezing out a smile uglier than tears. "Y-Your Excellency Nebula Douluo, what brings you here so suddenly?"
Manyi replied indifferently, "On the orders of Her Highness the Princess, I have come to escort young Master Youheng to the palace for a conversation."
She could not even be bothered with further pleasantries and looked straight at Dai Youheng. "Youheng, are you ready?"
Dai Youheng straightened his utterly undisturbed collar and smiled faintly. "I can leave at any time. Sorry to have kept you waiting, Your Excellency."
Without sparing the Duchess another glance, he followed