The force of the impact sent the flying door panel soaring like a small mountain about to crush down.
It could turn Zhong Tianyi's delicate frame into minced meat.
Chen Fenglei didn't care about that.
The timing was the problem.
Zhong Daolong was still alive.
Chen Fenglei kicked out.
Crack!
The thick wooden door shattered, sending splinters flying in all directions.
Phoenix appeared at the doorway, wielding the Phoenix Whip, imposing and bristling with murderous intent.
"Zhong Tianyi, what are you doing?"
There were quite a few people in the room, but her gaze locked onto Zhong Tianyi immediately.
First, Zhong Tianyi was a Prince.
If anyone was staging a coup, it would certainly be done in the Princes' names.
Their involvement would lend a legitimate claim to those plotting.
After all, it would still be someone from the Zhong family on the throne—what difference did it mean whose direct line it was, as long as it remained within the Zhong bloodline.
