Even Blood Brothers Can Do What They Want

The expression on King Yu's face wasn't good in the first place. Now that Tang Ziyan had said something rude to him, the expression on his face turned even more unsightly.

Without even thinking, he raised his hand and grabbed Tang Ziyan's neck. His pitch-black eyes were as dark as water. "He's just a brother from the Southern Courtyard. If I want to kill you, it's like crushing an ant. What qualifications do you have to stand in front of me and teach me a lesson?"

King Yu's voice was very low and hoarse. Even though it didn't sound like he was going to say it, the coldness in his words made people shudder.

Tang Ziyan was no pushover either. He frowned and looked at King Yu. "Since you took me in, I'll protect you well."

"With just you?" King Yu's face darkened. "Who do you think you are? You think you can protect an imperial concubine?"

As King Yu said this, the strength in his hands increased and Tang Ziyan's expression immediately turned ugly.