章 1707: Face-slapping, Round 6 (8)

But right now, his ragged white robe was covered in blood, and he looked a mess.

After some hesitation, Feng Wu asked, "Are you and your brother the only princes of the Senal Grassland?"

The young prince didn't know why Feng Wu asked that, but he still nodded with a smile. "That's right. We're my father's only sons."

Little Phoenix snorted. "Not necessarily. Your Chieftain Senal is still in the prime of his life."

The prince smiled bitterly and hesitated.

Little Phoenix said, "You're about to die; there's no better time than this to tell the truth. Why are you still holding back?"

Feng Wu realized that he was hiding something, so she gave the prince a half-smile. "Would your older brother try to kill you if your father hadn't given his tacit approval?"

The prince gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. There were things that he didn't want to think about, because if he did, he would fall into an abyss.