Huangfu Yuxuan glanced at the Crown Prince from the corner of his eye, with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
Grandfather called for someone, surely to draft a Holy Decree.
The Crown Prince pressed his lips tightly, feeling discontented about losing to a little rascal. Yet, he coldly sneered to himself, thinking he had even seized the crown prince title from this little rascal's father. Did this little rascal think he could overturn the skies?
He hastily stood up for Shang Jingwang, trying to suppress that old bastard, Marquis Anning, not expecting Prince Li and Huangfu Yuxuan to jump out. It seems that the old bastard, Marquis Anning, has submitted to Prince Li's camp. Did the little rascal think that by clinging to Prince Li, he could stand equal to him, the Crown Prince?
Dream on!
Prince Li gazed at Huangfu Yuxuan with even more caution.
