The morning breeze was crisp and refreshing, carrying a hint of blooming flowers and the fresh scent of grass. Under normal circumstances, this would have been a relaxing atmosphere, but for Baili Moshen, it only sent his temper soaring.
Above the courtyard, the roar of Prince Yong’s fury echoed:
"That little scoundrel!"
"The little brat!"
"Is he trying to clean out his father’s entire estate? Does he want to hand over the whole household to them on a silver platter?"
Chapter 593