"Let... let me go."
"Ha." Rong Jiu let out a cold laugh before releasing his grip. He mocked, "You are still putting on airs in front of me? You still haven't realized your place? If this goes on any longer, you might actually start believing you are the master." Thinking of what had happened in the past, Rong Jiu’s expression became even more sinister.
"Cough, cough, cough." The Seventh Prince bent over, coughing incessantly. He had truly thought he was going to die just moments ago. Enduring the fear deep in his heart, he trembled, "This Prince... no, this servant, this servant does not dare." His carefully woven dream had been shattered, and he was not yet accustomed to answering with his former identity.
Chapter 603