"How about you then?" Su Chen suddenly turned to Nangong Jie, smiling and said: "Aren't you very eager to kill me? Hm, kill me and you can go and claim your credit with Zhong Tinger."
"No... no... no... Don't!" Nangong Jie, now targeted by Su Chen, felt his legs go weak. If not for the support beside him, he would have knelt down.
Nangong Jie was so frightened that his mind was near shattering.
The supporter of Nangong Jie gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and looked at Su Chen: "Young Master Su, the Fourth Prince is, after all, a prince, and one who is fairly favored by the emperor. Should the Fourth Prince truly die by your hand, I fear, no matter how strong you are, you cannot escape the Royal Family's pursuit. Conversely, if Young Master Su could be magnanimous and spare the Fourth Prince's life, I believe the entire Royal Family would be grateful to you."
This attendant did have a point.
However.
As soon as the attendant finished speaking.