In the Empire, both the Second Prince and the Fourth Prince were contending for the throne. If the Second Prince became the Emperor, who then would dare offend him?
It was precisely because of this self-confidence that Yan Wei had been so full of arrogance, looking down on everyone.
"Second Prince?"
A low chuckle came from ahead, "Who is this Second Prince anyway, that even his dogs are so insolent?"
Yan Wei's face changed, he looked at the elder who was leisurely sipping tea with an ashen expression: "You dare call me a dog? I am one of the Second Prince's men!"
"So what if I call you a dog? Even if I were to call that rascal of a Second Prince a dog, who could do anything to me?" The elder said lightly, putting down his teacup with a smile.
Yan Wei's face contorted completely.
This old fool was truly courting death, daring to insult the Second Prince like that – as if a few heads of his would be enough to chop off.
