Prince Zhi is the most suitable person because amidst his madness, there is still a trace of rationality.
Although Zhao Yi was not happy that Zhao Yuan was unwilling to share good things with his uncle, he did not forget the main business.
"Hic..."
Prince Zhi hiccuped, yet without any visible movement, he instantly appeared by Zhao Yi's side.
He extended his hand, reaching for Zhao Yi's head.
Out of the corner of his eye, Zhao Yi saw that the large hands were white as jade, like a perfect work of art.
Suddenly, a fierce and destructive desire surged within Zhao Yi.
He wanted to chop that hand off.
Such a perfect hand should become an art piece in his Treasure Vault!
Hmm?
Prince Zhi made a soft sound of surprise.
Under the traction of the aura, the clarity in Prince Zhi's eyes faded, and a look of bewilderment and emptiness gradually reappeared on his face.
Miaoyin was startled when she saw this.
