"Desolate Howl…"
"Younger brother, what exactly do you intend to do?"
The Crown Prince's cry of alarm had not yet subsided when a sound of Desolate Howl erupted from Ninth Imperial Uncle.
Turning his head towards the Second Prince with a face pale as iron, eyes nearly splitting from rage: "I am your Ninth Imperial Uncle, the current Ninth Brother on the throne, how dare you strike at me?"
"If it were not for the fact that you are my Ninth Imperial Uncle, I wouldn't have given you the chance just now, unfortunately, you have already forsaken it yourself, how can you blame me?"
The Second Prince's expression remained unchanged, still smiling.
He sighed halfway through his speech, "Young Master Chen, Ninth Imperial Uncle came to our aid upon receiving the news, and unfortunately was assassinated. Although Father will grieve, with me and Seventh Uncle to console him, Father should be able to let it go…"
