Blood had dyed the dark robe a deeper shade, and Xiao Hongshen squinted, examining his own brother.
The Crown Prince, rumored to be gentle and polite, unwilling to even crush an ant, was in fact the master of the eighteenth layer of hell, that great demon who killed without hesitation.
"You have finally revealed your true nature. If Wanqing saw you like this now, do you think she would be frightened?" Xiao Hongshen asked, covering his bleeding thigh with his hand, enduring the pain.
He knew Xiao Pingfeng dared not kill him, so he continued to provoke him relentlessly.
Xiao Pingfeng listened and did not even blink.
"She will never know."
"Sooner or later she will!" Xiao Hongshen retorted loudly, "Father and the others schemed for so many years, yet didn't Wanqing uncover it all? How long do you think you can hide your true identity? My dear brother, stop deceiving yourself."
"Noisy," annoyance flickered in Xiao Pingfeng's eyes.
