It was completely empty in the tent, but Wanyan Zhenghe was still unwilling.
"Where's everyone? Are all of them dead?"
His entire body was shaking as though he was suffering from Parkinson Disease.
As the little prince of the Jin Country, in his 16 years of life, Wanyan Zhenghe always had a smooth journey. Moreover, he had outstanding talent and his royal father was deeply fond of him, doting on him a lot.
Let alone a man like the Jin King who had so much authority, even someone from an ordinary family would want to dote on their kids if they were adorable. Even if their kids made trouble, they wouldn't punish the kid too severely. At most, they would compensate for the damage.
Wanyan Zhenghe had lived a very smooth life with no obstacles and was used to great teachers greeting him with smiles. Now that he suddenly encountered a fellow that was afraid of nothing, it simply caused him to be so angry that he wanted to cough up blood.
