"Ah? Your Highness, are you sure you didn't misspeak?"
The assistant before Prince Jin, upon hearing his words, wore a look of disbelief, "That's the Little Prince, your own flesh and blood!"
A tiger wouldn't eat its offspring!
Could His Highness really be ordering the death of the Little Prince? To kill his own son? Was this defying the heavens?
Prince Jin's face was wracked with agony; the moment his burst of energy dissipated, his whole person seemed to age by decades, his body slightly unsteady, "Correct! Just kill him…"
"I'm acutely aware of the intentions behind Ye Fan's vile actions. He intends to use Wuyou's life as a bargaining chip to constrain and limit my movements, forcing me to pull my punches. As long as Zhao Wuyou is in his hands, all my subsequent actions can't be fully executed. With these restraints, things will become extremely troublesome!"
Prince Jin collapsed into a chair, his gaze somewhat hollow.
