Zhao Rong lay prostrate on the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.
"Father Emperor, why do you say such things? I have always admired my brother greatly. Besides Father Emperor and my brother, there is no second person who could command my loyalty. How could I possibly do anything disrespectful to my Imperial Brother?"
Emperor Longping leaned forward. After staring at Zhao Rong for a while, he suddenly threw his teacup to the ground!
"Even at the critical moment, you dare to feign deceit. Do you truly believe that I am so old and blind?"
"Your son does not dare! Please, Father Emperor, calm your anger. Do not harm your dragon body because of this..." Zhao Rong's body trembled, but he still kept his lips sealed.
"I have only five sons. Your fifth brother had a dragon visage but died unexpectedly at the age of three. And Yan'Er, who was always kind-hearted, had his soul damaged by witchcraft and Gu Technique a decade ago, turning him into an idiot."
