"Feng Jiu!"
The Tenth Prince's eyes were slits of anger, his teeth clenched as he called out the name of the person who had suddenly tripped him. His True Qi surged within him, ready to strike.
"Ten."
"Kid Ten, watch your behavior."
A fair and slender hand reached from behind to press down on the Tenth Prince's shoulder, suppressing the True Qi that was raging within him.
At the same time, Sixth Prince Feng Chaonan sternly shouted.
Qing Yu's gaze passed over the person restraining the Tenth Prince. With a face like fine jade and a regal demeanor like the rising sun and dragon, and possessing a profound sense of "Vast Righteous Qi", this must be the Eighth Prince Feng Qiwu, the one among all the princes who currently held the greatest hope of succeeding the throne of Northern Zhou.