Father, please be your king. As long as I am here, Tianchen will never die.
You'd better not do anything secretly. Just because I didn't do anything and Yue'er didn't intervene doesn't mean we don't know anything. Father, don't force me."
The cold words made Xuanyuan Yi shiver.
"Let's stop saying this. If I hear it again, my father..."
"Your Highness." Before Xuanyuan Che could finish his decisive words, Yan Hu suddenly ignored the guards at the gate of Tianchen Palace, rushed in quickly, and whispered a few words quickly in Xuanyuan Che's ear.
"Bang." Xuanyuan Che looked furious in an instant. He turned his hand and hit the desk next to him with his palm. The sandalwood desk was immediately broken into several pieces.
"Okay, okay, you are really my good father and grandpa."
Glancing at Xuanyuan Yi coldly, Xuanyuan Che turned around and ran out with long strides, his black and red figure filled with murderous intent and fury.
Xuanyuan Yi sat down on the dragon throne. That look contained as much anger as it contained sadness. His prince...
"Oh, Che'er, my father is doing this for your own good." He put his hand on his forehead, and after a while, Xuanyuan Yi sighed deeply.
"Instead of waiting for the relationship to be lost when you can't let it go in the future, it's better to let it go today. That way, my child, you will feel better."
He whispered softly, almost to himself, and no one could hear him.
After sighing for a while, Xuanyuan Yi moved his wrist slightly, and a gold medal arrow slipped from his sleeve and fell heavily to the ground, making a crisp sound in the silent Tianchen Palace.
Xuanyuan Yi shuddered and looked at the gold medal arrow at his feet.
It's quite exquisite, not new, a bit old, and has a bit of history.
But just a gold medal command arrow exudes unparalleled solemnity and majesty, which is not what Tianchen possesses, nor what the Seven Kingdoms can possess.
That's...
Xuanyuan Yi leaned over to pick up the golden medal arrow on the ground, and held it tightly in his hand.