'It was as if a bell had jolted Sang Qi's heart awake. His eyes were now filled with terror.' 'He was afraid?'
'How could he, the magnificent Crown Prince, possibly be afraid of him?'
"You dare mock me," Sang Qi snarled, his face twisting as he puffed out his chest and lunged.
As if to hide his inner fear, he threw all his strength into tackling Sang Zhi, and they both tumbled to the ground.
Sang Zhi didn't know martial arts, and his stamina was no match for Sang Qi, who had trained with a master for a few days. But he refused to show weakness, raising a fist and punching Sang Qi in the eye.
Sang Qi grunted and punched back.
In an instant, the two were a tangled mess on the ground.
"Oof, Crown Prince, Eighth Prince, stop fighting!" Mr. Li cried in a panic. "Someone, come pull the Crown Prince away!"
The young eunuchs hurried forward.
