In his fury, the Third Prince finally put down the sword in his hand upon hearing these words.
"You got lucky this time. With the foolish things you've done, I'll be dragged down sooner or later."
The Third Prince threw the sword to the ground in anger, then slammed his hand on the desk, "How should this matter be resolved? You all better come up with a plan."
He pointed at the other two huddled in the corner of the study, his eyes bloodshot, his gaze vicious.
The man in dark clothes narrowly escaped death, unable even to kneel steadily.
His clothes were drenched in cold sweat, and he trembled, his heart full of gratitude towards You Guangzong, who saved him.
You Guangzong shook his head as he looked at the man kneeling on the ground. If they weren't of the same clan, he wouldn't have dared to step forward and take the risk.
Who knew if the Third Prince in his rage would also cut him down? He had just taken a life-threatening risk.
