Chapter 388: Prince Wenwang

ng's face tightened, his body becoming as rigid as a javelin. He stammered nervously, "Your subordinate... understood. Please forgive this servant."“Whether it’s the Ninth Prince or even Zhao Xuanji,...thod, causing a slight backlash.""Take what you need to heal yourself from the Eastern Palace's storeroom. Get up."Li Chen sat on the chair, his eyes cold as he said: "This assassination almost cost t...