"Don't touch her with your filthy hands. You're not worthy," Zhan Chi snarled, seemingly venting all his discontent toward the Beili Emperor onto him.
'In his eyes, all members of the imperial family were the same!'
Gu Shuo's gaze was cold.
Sang Zhi trembled, not daring to step forward again. "I... It's all my fault... I'm the one who should be dead, it's me... It's all my fault..."
The Beili Emperor, who was right behind him, flew into a rage at the sight. "Zhan Chi, you have some nerve! How dare you be so rude to the Eighth Prince."
Sang Zhi swayed and collapsed to the ground, as if his very soul had been torn out. "It's all my fault. I want to go with her. Kill me... I want to go with her..."
"Eighth Son, what are you saying?"
"Kill me! I want to go with her! Kill me..." Sang Zhi shrieked.
The Beili Emperor was stunned.
"Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince has likely suffered a great shock. He doesn't seem to be in his right mind," Mr. Li observed.
