The whole hall was silent.

The prince's angry veins raised on the back of his hand

The cold light in his eyes was like a sharp dagger. He gritted his teeth and sneered, "You are relying on the support of the Song family to support you. I feel that you are alone and dare not touch you, right?

Don’t forget that the Song family is not a family of princes. You are just a noble lady with no achievements and titles. You can’t even be called the lowest-level county lord.

Without the Song family, what are you? How can you be qualified to shout with the will of the Lord?"

Song Zhao's lips were slightly straightened, and he picked up his arms, and he was actually smiling, with a plain tone, "Without the emperor, how could you be the prince?"

Even if the minister is a vain, the prince is still thinking about winning over the minister and even has to whisper to beg him to surrender to you."

When the prince heard this, his face became even more ugly.

Song Zhao leaned lazily on the soft collapse and his posture was scattered.

She smiled and said in a low voice, "It's a pity that you are profit-oriented, selfish, shallow in your eyes, and will not look down on me."

The prince shouted, "You are looking for death!"

He raised his legs and rushed towards Song Zhao.

The constables immediately blocked the prince's move to approach Song Zhao.

Facing the prince's cannibalistic gaze, the constables' legs trembled, but they did not move at all.

The team that stands on the side must stand firmly.

Being a fence-breasted man will die miserably.

"Song Zhao, do you insult the prince, and you still have a little bit of magnanimity in your eyes?" The prince was extremely angry and suddenly stopped angry.

Zuo is just Song Zhao's last dying struggle.

"High and inferior?" Song Zhao's tone was light, and his white clothes were better than snow, fresh and refined, and he was smiling gently.

"I am the daughter of the general of the country. When I respect you, you are the prince.

On the contrary, do you think you can really sit on that dragon throne?"

When he said this, the girl's eyes, which were as cold as fog, was filled with oppression.

A thick shadow flashed across the prince's heart.

Song Zhao dared to say this? He was already declaring war directly with him.

The Song family will do their best to prevent him from taking the throne.

Suddenly, a sharp voice came, "The Lord has arrived-"

Emperor Yuan Chun, wearing a dragon robe, had just come down from the court and saw the memorial handed over by the prince, and he rushed over seriously.

Queen Gu was thinking about her son and followed her.

After everyone saluted, Emperor Yuan Chun sat in the first place and looked at the mess in the hall with sharp eyes.

"Please ask my father to make the decision for my son's minister." The prince knelt down and lowered his eyes. There was cruelty and harshness in his eyes. "Song Zhao was ruthless and arrogant. Last night, she went to encircle the Ministry of Justice of the Son, who killed the son's death. He kidnapped the staff of the son's aide? The interrogator of the Ministry of Justice was seriously injured and kidnapped. The son's minister was grateful to the Song family as a first-rank hero, and he really didn't know what to do. He just waited for his father to make the decision."

Before Emperor Yuan Chun spoke, anger flushed surged on Queen Gu's face. He took the lead in attacking. "Bold Song Zhao? Are you not trying to get along with the emperor like this? What's your intention?"

The emperor's majesty is not to be violated, and it is pointed at the anger of Emperor Yuan Chun in one sentence. He stared at the evil dragon? "Song Zhao, is what the prince said true?"

Song Zhao's back was straight? His eyes looked at Emperor Yuan Chun, and his eyes were clear and clean.
Chapter completed!