Chapter 445
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Under such a merciless voice, Xiao Yun Su's lips turned white and he couldn't help but clutch his chest. His whole body broke out in a cold sweat.
Xiahou Qing continued to speak, each word was like a block of ice being thrown at Xiao Yun Su: "I don't know where your enmity towards me comes from, and I don't know who instigated you to target me. If you're worried about your throne, then that's ridiculous. The things that you regard as treasures might be worthless in my eyes. No matter who sits on the throne in the future, they will have nothing to do with me, Xiahou Qing. I have no intention of participating in the battle between you two, but if you insist on seeking your own death, then I, Xiahou Qing, will do as you wish.
In addition, I'll give Your Highness one last piece of advice: A puppet in the hands of others will never be able to stand at the highest position. You will only become a pool of rotten blood for that position. I hope Your Highness will take this as a warning. "
As Xiahou Qing's last word fell, Xiao Yun Su's entire body shuddered. His feet had nowhere to retreat, and he tripped heavily on the doorstep. He almost fell down, but Xiahou Qing grabbed him by the collar.
Xiahou Qing smiled faintly, and he'd already recovered his usual carefree and immortal appearance. It was as if the person from before who had sharp claws like an eagle wasn't him at all. He said: "The Fourth Prince can't stand and can't stand properly. Hui Mo, hurry and help the Fourth Prince back to the banquet table to rest."
"Yes!" Hui Mo's heart was overjoyed. He skipped over to help Xiao Yun Su up: "Fourth Prince, please. This time you must stand firm and don't fall again. Otherwise, my family's Young Master won't be able to pull you up again. Fourth Prince, do you understand?"
Xiao Yun Su stiffly raised his head and saw a large drop of cold sweat dripping from his forehead to the ground. He also saw that after Xiahou Qing finished speaking, he didn't stop for a moment. With Jiu Si's help, he brushed his clothes aside and stepped over the threshold.
He suddenly realized that he had actually felt great fear towards Xiahou Qing earlier. This kind of fear would only occur when facing his father's anger. He was so scared that his entire body trembled. He almost wanted to prostrate himself and beg for mercy. If it was in front of his Imperial Father, then it would be fine. That was his Imperial Father, the supreme ruler of the Nine Regions. But this person was Xiahou Qing, a small Prince of Nan Ping! He was a lackey of the Xiao Family! And who was he? The Great Yue's Imperial Eldest Prince with the noblest bloodline? Preposterous!
After a short pause, Xiao Yun Su's chest was suddenly filled with anger. It burned uncontrollably. This anger made him push Hui Mo away and pull out the saber on the waist of the guard beside him. He threw it towards Xiahou Qing's back!
Go to hell! Xiahou Qing, die for me!
Hui Mo said in alarm, "Prince, be careful!"
Jiu Si immediately stopped and turned around to block. Xiahou Qing opened his mouth and said indifferently, "No need." He ordered Jiu Si to step back and stand to the side. Then his ears moved slightly. He spun around and grabbed the sword in his hand.
Xiao Yun Yi, Xiao Yun Cen, and the others who heard the news looked at him in shock. With a shake of his arm, the sword broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
He said, "My eyes are blind, but my ears are not blind. My heart is not blind. If there is a next time, you can use the same sword. "
Xiao Yun Su turned his neck in fear and met his Imperial Father's furious eyes. He watched as his Imperial Father reached out and scolded him, "Bastard!!!"
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