"Fulong..." On seeing Fulong being brought in, Chu Qianli became rigid all over.
Fulong couldn't bear to see her panic; he hurriedly said, "Don't worry about me, he won't take my life!"
At most, it would be a bit of torture.
"Really?"
The voice of Feng Yexuan was as cold as if it came from hell.
"Leng Ji, bring me the sword."
"Your, Your Highness..." Although Leng Ji knew that the emperor was in a life-and-death crisis right now and the Prince was truly anxious at heart.
But was the Prince really going to threaten them with Fulong's life?
By doing this, all the way back for Chu Qianli would be utterly severed.
Prince... Are you really casting everything aside?
Feng Yexuan's icy glance swept over Leng Ji.
Leng Ji hesitated to move; the Prince had lost all patience!
Suddenly reaching out a large hand.
Leng Ji felt the sword at his waist loosen; his sword was snatched away by the Prince through the air.
