Mo Jingxuan's handsome face darkened. There weren't many in the entire Dongyue Country who could defy the Eighth Prince. The Emperor? Or perhaps the Empress Dowager? Weighing the two options, the only person who could provide the greatest support to the Eighth Prince in the future struggle for the throne was indeed the Empress Dowager. He couldn't help but clench his fist tightly and ask indignantly, "Eighth Prince, what shall we do now?"
"Endure," Mo Liancheng murmured softly from the corner of his mouth.
Mou Hua's eyes brimmed with forbearance and repression. All these years, he had always been enduring.
Mo Jingxuan shivered slightly and remained silent.