Prince Yan's pupils shrank sharply as he saw Long Chen truly dare to deliver a killing blow.
For the first time as Prince Yan, he lost his dignity.
This infuriated Prince Yan, his murderous intent pervading the air, yet he dared not act.
Because Yan Yiqiu was his only son.
If Yan Yiqiu were crippled, he would have no successor, and no matter how powerful the Yan Royal Mansion was, it would lose its meaning.
After much thought, Prince Yan decided to compromise first.
As long as he could save Yan Yiqiu, whatever came afterwards would be up to him.
With this in mind, Prince Yan's face fell, and he said in a heavy voice, "This son of mine has acted improperly; I ask for your forbearance."
"I can't forbear, this isn't even an apology," Long Chen replied indifferently.
"You..."
Prince Yan's face turned ashen.
"Young man, you've disrespected Prince Yan over and over again. Is this really wise?"
Behind Prince Yan, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes was itching to move.
