"Third Brother, go back and tell the Emperor that if he doesn't deal with the alchemy families and Consort Yuan within a day, then I will be the next to commit treason." A madness swelled within Sang Zhi. "Everyone involved in the ambush on Ye Qianning at Four-direction Mountain will die."
But treason was far from the end of it; what he truly wanted was for the man on the throne to die without even a grave.
"Eighth Brother, that's outrageous!" Sang Yan's face paled.
'How could a prince say something like that?'
"Third Brother, just report my words as they were spoken." Sang Zhi's voice turned cold, and he stood without moving.
The people from the General's household standing behind him were stunned. The concubines took in his words, their eyes fixed on his small frame. He radiated a cold resolve, showing no sign that he was lying.
'For him to protect the little girl so fiercely, their own girl's efforts weren't in vain after all.'
