Staring at Ye Xuan, Feng Lu said with a dark face, "What is your background? You would even disregard my status and authority as a prince?"
Ye Xuan had run out of patience. He stood up and was about to make a move.
At this moment, Han Sikong rushed over. When he saw that Ye Xuan was ready to make a move, he was terrified.
Heavens!
He had only left for a short time, yet someone was already stirring up trouble with Ye Xuan. Did this person want him to have a heart attack?
Fortunately, he had arrived in time. Otherwise, Prince Zhanglu might not have lived to see the sun tomorrow.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't handle things properly and allowed others to disturb you."
"Sir, please don't worry and just let me handle this matter for you," Han Sikong said while wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, looking frightened.