Lu Xuyang writhed on the ground like a dead dog, his two legs already completely twisted and deformed, and the luxurious dark yellow python robe soaked in blood.
Lu Xuan put away the Dragon Tail Whip, his gaze cold as ice.
When he turned and walked towards the prison, the originally arrogant imperial guards all stepped aside to make a path, not daring to make a sound.
Meanwhile, Lu Xuyang, convulsing on the ground, showed more than just pain in his eyes… an indescribable fear.
He finally realized that the one he had provoked was no longer the foolish and lecherous elder brother Crown Prince from before…
"Please rise, Grandmother."
Lu Xuan gently brushed the sleeve of his deep purple dragon robe, a soft golden light rippling out like gentle waves.
Mrs. Peng felt a warm power gently lifting her up.
Along with her, all the Peng Family members behind her also stood up involuntarily.
