"Traitorous ministers and sons, you traitorous ministers, what exactly do you want? Let me go, let me go!"
The Third Prince Qi Junyi struggled and roared furiously. His movements were so ferocious that his splendid clothes were torn to shreds, leaving him in a very sorry state.
In fact, the Third Prince Qi Junyi was skilled in martial arts, and his abilities were quite formidable. But why was he captured?
That was not his fault. The main reason was the enemy's despicable shamelessness; they actually poisoned him! At this moment, the Third Prince was already poisoned. Not to mention martial arts, his very life was at risk—didn't you see his face turning black?
Li Qingmu was hiding in the shadows, watching the princes and imperial grandsons being detained and abused. He felt somewhat uneasy but remained unmoved, playing dead as always.
"Who are you? Speak, who exactly are you, and who is behind you?"
