Xiang Minghou doted on Ye Qianning to the bone. Even if the little girl asked for his life, he would give it to her with a smile.
If he were to find out about Ye Qianning's death, what kind of madness would he unleash?
A shiver ran through Sang Yan. He didn't dare to imagine it. Gazing at the people covering the mountain, he raised his hand with a grave expression. "Men! Take Yuan Yintang into custody for now. He will await the Emperor's judgment."
"Yes."
A guard saluted and led a team down the mountain to apprehend Yuan Yintang.
"Withdraw the troops."
The mountain was covered in soldiers. The ground was a muddy mess, and casualties were heavy.
Rain fell, washing away the blood that mixed with the scorched ash of the mountain.
"I'll kill you!" Sang Zhi's face was a mask of rage as he slashed at the soldiers.
None of the soldiers dared to raise a hand against the Eighth Prince; they could only dodge again and again.
