Quan Jiuzhou fell heavily. Chu Mingxuan held his stomach, the veins on his forehead bulging.
Perhaps because he knew that he was about to die, he suddenly became bolder. He pointed at Emperor Ling Hui and called him by his name. "Chu Shixiong, you're an ungrateful dog. You've wasted my mother's life and my grandfather and the others' efforts to help you, but you've humiliated us to this extent!"
The ministers were so frightened that they wished their ears had never grown out.
Emperor Ling Hui's sharp eyebrows raised slightly, and his cold aura suddenly erupted. "Humiliate? You still have the shame to mention this in front of me!"
"If I hadn't been prepared, I would have been killed by your Quan family!"
Chu Mingxuan roared ferociously, "I'm your son. Why should you look at him differently? Since I was young, how am I inferior to him?"
