In the delicate jade bowl, two drops of blood rolled in the water, drawing ever closer.
Gulp—
Beside them, the Third Prince Long Qingchen couldn't help but swallow.
It must not merge; how could that little ghost possibly have royal blood.
Empress Feng only lightly mentioned it, glancing at the bowl as if completely unconcerned whether the blood in it would merge.
After a moment, the blood did not merge.
Emperor Longteng's brows furrowed.
The corners of Empress Feng's lips curled almost imperceptibly, clearly having anticipated this result.
"See? They did not merge. How could he be a Prince? He is simply a bastard! How dare he impersonate a member of the royal lineage. Seize this bastard and Xin Lin!"
Long Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, his face animated with excitement, even forgetting his own injuries.
The Imperial Guards glanced at each other, then back at Emperor Longteng, waiting for his command.
Emperor Longteng's expression was not pleased.
