Drawing Swords, At Any Moment

"No, we're not rebelling. Stop talking nonsense."

King Zining immediately retorted.

The Third Prince questioned again.

"You still dare to say no? Your son Ji Wushang and your daughter Ji Wuxia have hidden their cultivation. What is the meaning of this?"

"What has their hiding of their cultivation got to do with my Purple Peace Imperial Palace? I don't know either!"

"You! You're lying!"

As soon as he said this, King Zining immediately snorted. The pressure of a King Realm expert surged, directly suppressing the Third Prince's chest. The other party's throat turned sweet and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ji Tianfeng, watch your tone. In the end, I'm still your uncle. You're just a junior. Don't think that just because you're a prince of the Imperial Family, you don't have to take me seriously."

"You!"

The Third Prince wanted to say something, but the crown prince had already pulled him behind him.