Chapter 17 Clash in the Private Room
Jing Can’s face was pitch black.
He glared at Jun Zhenxian, grinding his teeth.
“What are you doing back here?”
“No—you—what are you doing! Let go of Cui Qingyi right now!”
Jun Zhenxian’s grip loosened slightly.
My heart was pounding unusually fast.
I steadied myself—must be from Jing Can’s shouting.
Jun Zhenxian gave a soft laugh. “Second Highness, I don’t recall His Majesty saying I’m forbidden to return.”
Jun Zhenxian was the last blood of the Jun family.
Back when the founding emperor expanded the territory, it wasn’t only our Cui clan who fought.
Later Jun Zhenxian’s father died in battle, his mother followed in death.
Only this one lone descendant remained.
Jing Yu cleared his throat, sounding rather pompous.
“Heir Apparent—oh no, it should be Prince of the Commandery now.”
“It’s been a long time. I trust you’ve been well.”
I pursed my lips.
For the rest of the poetry gathering, I didn’t hear a single line.
I didn’t even leave the Private Room.
Jun Zhenxian never got along with the Emperor’s three sons.
Never.
Three raised in the palace, one raised outside, yet the moment they met it was chaos.
I stood in the middle, terrified they’d start fighting.
Jun Zhenxian wasn’t holding back anymore.
I was afraid Jing Can wouldn’t know his limits.
After all, the Empress doted on her youngest son most.
Unlike Jun Zhenxian.