A loud sound echoed out, and the entire palace became silent in an instant.
He saw that the mahogany table by Feng Lin Che's hand had already been shattered into pieces by him.
His face was so dark that ink was about to drip from it. His eyes were as sharp as knives, and his entire person had a chilling aura.
Everyone was frightened to the point of prostrating themselves on the ground once again. Not one of them dared to utter a word of advice, "Please calm down Your Majesty's anger."
Only Bai Zheng's expression was calm, obviously not scared at all.
She lowered her head to cover the cold smile at the corner of her mouth and carefully tried to figure out what was going on.
From the time Feng Jingxuan's body was discovered to the time his Mansion of Third Prince was sealed, it had not been too long.
Although Feng Jingxuan was not a good person, but he had to admit, his ability was truly much better than Feng Jingye's.