Chapter 397: The Throne
"The Old Ancestor of the Great Xuan imperial palace?"
At this point, Li Musheng's gaze shifted toward the white-haired, withered elder. At those words, the withered elder lowered his eyes quickly and said, "This old one is nothing but an old thing who refuses to die in this palace. I wonder what brings the Eighth Prince of Great Li to visit at this hour?"
The withered elder adopted an extremely deferential posture. He was currently unable to move at all, his life entirely in Li Musheng's hands, and being anything but humble was simply not an option.
"You are asking why I came?"
Li Musheng raised an eyebrow, then raised a finger and pointed at the Great Xuan emperor beside him, "I naturally came to kill him."
At those words, the Great Xuan emperor's expression changed sharply, his eyes filling with terror. His entire body was immobilized, and even if he had wanted to flee immediately, there was nothing he could do.
He had also noticed that the Old Ancestor beside him appeared to be in the same state as himself, equally unable to move.
"Your Highness the Eighth Prince, this Emperor was wrong. This Emperor spoke without thinking just now. Please spare this Emperor's life."
The Great Xuan emperor's attitude shifted completely in an instant, his expression panicked as he pleaded directly with Li Musheng.