Indeed, Qian Jiyun is An Tu's heir, the sovereign of Huayan Peak, while An Jiuyue is the heir to the throne of Prince An Yang. Both are like devils in existence.
If there was no An Tu, where would these two be?
And without these two, wouldn't the Third Prince be able to kill as he pleases?
"I've long known that An Tu, that scoundrel, is nothing but trouble!"
...
"That old man, he curses with such gusto. There's not a hint of death about him," An Jiuyue said as Qian Jiyun protected her and escorted her out.
The voices from within the chamber were naturally unheard by them, but they caught an earful nevertheless, and the speaker was Wei Na.
Wei Na had heard the old emperor's words loud and clear. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't leave his space, he would have really wanted to go over and beat the man up to vent his anger.
"What does it matter what he curses? In the end, he's just a grasshopper after autumn," An Jiuyue chuckled.
