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"Ol 'Three, thank you." Feng Linche who was in charge had a cold expression, and spoke stiffly.

Feng Jingye staggered.

"Royal Father!" His eyes widened in disbelief.

Feng Linche's meaning, was —

Thinking about it, Feng Jingye was on the verge of collapse.

Feng Linche, who was in charge, did not answer and only slightly retracted his chin, looking at Feng Jingxuan with an extremely unfriendly expression. Empress Chu's eyes were bloodshot as her chest heaved up and down.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zhuo Lingxiao had already passed the brush that was completely stained with ink to Feng Jingxuan. "Third Prince, go quickly.

As he spoke, he glanced at Feng Jingye, his eyes filled with ice cold and ridicule.

Feng Jingxuan had a difficult expression on his face. "Aiya, your highness Decedent, this …"