Hu Dengxiao held back a sharp gasp when the ink grinder was slammed onto the ground. The force was so hard that the hard wooden floor cracked and dented. He gulped, thankful that it had missed him, though he doubted the Crown Prince was aiming for him.
"What are you waiting for?" Yu Zhen snarled in a low, ferocious voice.
Hu Dengxiao hesitantly raised his head. Never had his heart plummeted so fast.
The Crown Prince had reached the peak of madness that he was calm. Seeing the silent storm brewing in the Crown Prince's eyes was more terrifying than a violent outburst. At least for the latter, the chaos would be predictable.
"Send out our soldiers. I want the entire country combed," Yu Zhen seethed as he rose to his feet.
Hu Dengxiao gulped upon seeing Yu Zhen's jaw tick from being clenched.
Yu Zhen's fingers curled into a fist so tight, thick chords formed on his muscular forearm.
