Sang Qi, only eight years old, was also frightened by the sudden bloodshed. He involuntarily took a few steps back.
"Qi'er, don't be afraid." Consort Yuan pulled the Crown Prince into her embrace, her vigilant and vicious gaze fixed on Sang Zhi.
Longsword in hand, Sang Zhi advanced on Consort Yuan, one step at a time.
He slashed at any guard who tried to get close.
He was a Prince, so the guards dared not strike back, nor did they dare get too close.
"Anyone who stands in my way today dies," Sang Zhi said, his aura chilling.
Faced with his bloodlust, the guards were even more afraid to make a move.
Sang Qi broke free from Consort Yuan's grasp and stepped forward to block Sang Zhi. "Eighth Brother, what are you doing?"
"Qi'er, come back!"
Sang Zhi looked at him coldly. "Revenge."
"Mother may have colluded with East Shu, but Father Emperor has already exiled her to the border! Isn't that enough?" Sang Qi demanded angrily.
"I want her dead."
