Having started galloping through the battlefield in his teenage years and having been able to command a 100,000 Army and slay enemies on the front line at a young age, if Xiao Ruiyuan didn't possess any skills, it would not only be wishful thinking for those Princes coveting the position of Crown Prince to fear him, but also for him to survive under the watchful eye of his stepmother who was hell-bent on eliminating him.
"Drag him out and send his head to that person, tell them it's this commander's New Year's gift," Xiao Ruiyuan ordered emotionlessly, waving his hand at the Hidden Guard, his body radiating a strong air of ferocity. His already cold voice carried an intimidating chill, as if it had been coated with a layer of frost.