The sky gradually descended into darkness, black as an abyss.
The various martial arts masters looked at this scene in difficulty, unsure whether to protect the royal family or to uphold justice for the Eldest Prince.
Hundreds of guardians devoted to the royal family drew their weapons, the "swish, swish, swish" of blades flashed cold and brilliant under the night, aimed at the approaching Su Ming'an, like hundreds of cold stars shimmering in the dark.
"You…" The emperor's cheek on the stage twitched slightly, revealing a forced smile: "Shaoqing, wait a moment…"
Su Ming'an remained unmoved and walked straight toward the emperor.
The people below exchanged glances, no one making a move, as if all were waiting for this confrontation to end.
"—Don't listen to this person! He is not my son at all!" Suddenly, a sharp voice came from the side. A luxuriously dressed woman in a phoenix robe rushed over, her gaze like an ice awl.
