Prince Xian rushed straight to the Imperial Palace, neglecting all etiquette. It was the first time the palace guards saw such a scene; even when the Heir of Prince Xian had an incident, nothing like this occurred.
The Holy Emperor, being advanced in age and ailing, tended to rise late. Moreover, with the year's end approaching and nothing urgent occurring, the Crown Prince managed everything, allowing for some leisure. However, Prince Xian's disturbance forced him to get up.
Prince Xian knelt on the ground, refusing to rise, "Royal Brother, you must save your minister's son's life."
"Are you speaking of that beast? Isn't he living a carefree life daily? Is there anyone whose life can surpass his? Even I envy him," the Holy Emperor said mockingly, revealing how infuriated he was by this nephew.
Prince Xian wiped his sweat, "I'm talking about the child in Consort Kong's womb."
"Oh? Has she given birth?"
