"The Emperor is seriously ill and needs quiet recuperation. Are you trying to disturb his rest!" The Crown Prince glowered at Prince Gong with unabashed anger.
Prince Gong's face was as frosty as if glazed with cold hoarfrost, his eyes filled with vile and venomous intent. Suddenly, he violently drew a long knife from the waist of a guard to his side, and pointed it directly at the Crown Prince's chest.
"Crown Prince, it is not I who disturbed the Emperor today, it is you!"
"Isn't this the outcome you desired?"
Upon hearing this, the Crown Prince's face alternated between shades of blue and white, his chest heaving with unsteady breaths.
Was this the outcome he longed for?
Yes, yet no!
He wished to eliminate Prince Gong and Prince Cheng, and hoped they would commit some outrageous acts, but he never wanted Prince Gong or Prince Cheng to rebel with armed insurrection.
