Yin Lvqing, who had just thought to relax his stiffening knees, suddenly tensed up, biting his teeth and forcing himself to kneel down again.
In his heart, he bitterly wondered, why could Prince Niu stand up while he still had to kneel? Weren't they both princes? Why should there be such a distinction as to treat royals inequally?
It was truly despicable.
What was even more detestable to him was that Prince Niu, that Fifth Brother of his who he always cursed as a fool, turned his head around at this moment and looked towards him.
"Eighth Brother is here too? Why did you come to the palace at such an hour? Could it be that you're here to tattle on Fifth Brother to our father?"
Listening to that carefree and naive tone of voice, Yin Lvqing almost spat out blood.
Did he not see that Father had pinned him to the ground and would not even allow him to stand up?
To actually mock him in such a way, what was the meaning of this?
"Oh?"
