"No wrong goes unpunished. Yan Xiao, it's not too late to stop now."
Chu Baihan dodged his attack, then spoke with icy detachment.
"Stop? I have not lost yet, how could I possibly lose?"
As if provoked, Yan Xiao was shrouded in a murderous aura, his blows growing ever more vicious.
But Chu Baihan was no ordinary opponent.
The more agitated he became, the more flaws he exposed.
Soon, she had inflicted several new wounds upon his body.
"I truly do not understand, you are already the Crown Prince, what is there to be dissatisfied with? Why not wait a little longer? This throne will be yours sooner or later, why must you go to such lengths, taking such grave risks?"
As she lashed out with her spear, Chu Baihan asked directly out of her own puzzlement.
Hearing her question, Yan Xiao began to laugh uproariously, his laughter laced with sarcasm.
"Do you really think that father, the Emperor, would pass the throne to me? Hahaha, you're all too naive..."
