Both Yun Qingyue sisters also heard what Jun Buli called Yun Luo, but...how is this possible?!
How could His Highness Prince Jing’s only precious son, the noble young prince of Prince Jing’s Mansion, be with a bitch like Yun Luo?!
He also called her mother...
Impossible——
This is absolutely impossible! There must be something wrong!
The eyes of the two sisters were almost bloodshot with jealousy, and they stared at Yun Luo fiercely, racking their brains to think about what went wrong.
Yun Luo stood calmly on the spot, his eyebrows slightly raised, looking back at the prince and others with a mocking look.
How is it? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?
Isn’t it so satisfying to feel like you’re trying to pinch a soft persimmon, only to be hit by an iron plate?
At this moment, Yun Luo had to admit that relying on His Highness King Jing's strength to act like a fox or a tiger, it was indeed a bit satisfying.
Especially the faces of the prince and his wife, they looked like they had fallen into a dyeing vat, changing colors and making them laugh to death.
Jun Wuchen glanced at Yun Luo from the corner of his eyes, and then looked at the prince with a smile but not a smile: "Do you think this king is as stupid as you, that he can even admit his mistakes to his own son?"
These words were both sarcastic and sarcastic, making the prince look uneasy, but they clearly proved Jun Buli's identity.
The elder of the sect, who had just climbed up from the scorched earth pit and was still clutching his chest and vomiting blood in secret, was shocked when he heard this. His face that was full of resentment suddenly turned pale and deflated, and there was a deep look of fear in his eyes.
It turns out——
He just almost killed His Royal Highness Prince Jing’s precious son!
It's just a little bit close, so close...
If His Highness King Jing’s only son died in his hands, what would be the consequences...
The sect elder suddenly soaked his whole body in cold sweat! He almost didn't dare to continue imagining it. There was only deep joy and fear in his heart, and he dared not feel the slightest resentment.
Jun Wuchen's status in the hearts of warriors is supreme and sacred and inviolable.
Even his only son Jun Buli, even though he is only five years old, has been rising in status. Even a strong man like the elder of the sect, who is free from the world, can't help but take a high look at him. It can be said that among the warriors, Jun Buli is the best.
His status is higher than that of the prince.
There is no way, who told warriors that most of their talents are inherited from their parents?
If parents are geniuses, their children will usually not be any worse. Dragons and dragons give birth to phoenixes, and mice’s sons can dig holes.
To put it bluntly, we are fighting for both father and mother...
The sad thing is that none of the princes can beat Jun Buli...
Jun Buli is only five years old and has already broken through to the second level of strength, while the prince is over twenty and is still stuck at the fifth level, unable to break through. The future is bleak. Especially when Jun Wuchen breaks through to the eighth level at the age of eighteen.
Under the dazzling halo, the prince is simply too insignificant to be mentioned.
Perhaps because of too much stimulation, the prince's temperament has become worse and worse in recent years. He spends all day thinking about some evil ways and is full of contentment with his own strength and talent.
It's a pity that it's useless no matter how unwilling you are. If you can't compare, you can't compare. The prince doesn't even have the courage to offend Jun Wuchen.
Just like now, as soon as Jun Buli's identity was confirmed, the prince immediately panicked.
He was originally confident, relying on his status to accuse Yun Luo of being a culprit, and wanted to arrest her openly. Unexpectedly, the child in her arms turned out to be Prince Jing. The prince wanted to capture him alive to make elixirs, but was hit by his father Jun Wuchen.
This is a big joke...
Who in the capital doesn't know that Jun Wuchen dotes on his son to heaven, and he can chop off the hands of anyone who dares to touch a hair of Jun Buli's head!
The prince's face turned pale, and he could feel the cold sweat dripping down his forehead. He felt hateful, anxious and ashamed in his heart.