The Young Emperor's lips curled into a sinister smile. "I think I'd better not. I'm in the Six Heavens Realm, and some Yan Immortals are eager for me to die. If I stay with Imperial Father, I'm afraid it will be even more chaotic."
Hearing this, Zhen Wuyang frowned. Then, he looked around the hall with an oppressive and majestic gaze. Eventually, he stopped in front of the six Princes.
"Yan'er, do you have any evidence?"
"Evidence? Most of them are dead," the Young Emperor said. Then, he held the jade pot and drank directly from the mouth of the pot.
A trace of gloominess flashed across Prince Jiu's eyes as he looked at the Young Emperor who was sitting on the side of the head in such a frivolous manner. However, he concealed it immediately.
He could not understand why his Imperial Father had chosen such a useless person who could not cultivate to be the Crown Prince and was so biased towards him.
