"Seventh Lord, what is the meaning of this?"
Emperor Qiwen looked at Baili Moqing. It was the first time he had seen his seventh son adopt such a firm stance. Even after returning to the capital from his exile, Baili Moqing had remained silent regarding the Ninth Prince's attempt to poison him and frame him for ruin; the few retaliatory measures he had taken were nothing more than inconsequential warnings. There was a time when the Emperor even suspected that this son of his did not understand the meaning of "hatred." Otherwise, how could he have tolerated the Ninth Prince for so long? If it were himself, and any brother had treated him that way back then, he would have ensured they paid a price ten or a hundred times over.
Could it be that the Seventh Lord had not been planning to let him go, but was simply waiting for a chance to deliver a fatal blow? This Seventh Lord was truly unfathomable—even he, the Emperor, found him difficult to read.
Chapter 779