Tuoba Liuxiu suddenly charged forward, leaped onto the chariot, and reached out to grab Tuoba Biyan's collar, attempting to yank him off.
The ceremonial guards hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed, jumping up from both sides to hold Tuoba Liuxiu's arms, "How dare you, this is the Great King's chariot!"
Tuoba Liuxiu held tightly to Tuoba Biyan's collar, staring at him menacingly.
Tuoba Biyan was only startled for a second; seeing Tuoba Liuxiu's arms were held, rendering him helpless, he became smug again, deliberately provoking, "Father ordered me to sit here, you were meant to kneel and salute at the sight of the chariot. So what if you refused to kneel yesterday, today you still have to kneel before me?"
Tuoba Liuxiu's eyes almost cracked with anger as he roared at the sky, shifting his grip to seize Tuoba Biyan's throat, ignoring the pressure and pain on his arms as he slowly applied force.
