"You worthless scum! The court is filled with sycophantic traitors!"
An angry shout emanated from the most luxurious carriage, startling the crows perched on the roadside trees.
King Liangzhou suddenly lifted the curtain, his formerly handsome and refined face now twisted with rage.
Traces of regal bloodline dignity could still be seen in his brow, yet his eyes were bloodshot, gleaming with a dangerous light.
"Calm yourself, my prince," the accompanying advisor Zheng Wenqian cautiously advised, "The situation is now finalized, we should..."
"Calm myself?" King Liangzhou gripped Zheng Wenqian's collar, snarling through clenched teeth, "I am the legitimate son of the late emperor, in talent and bloodline, how am I inferior to that bastard? Just because he has that old fox Wei Mingyuan supporting him?"
