Mo Liang's mouth trembled. He didn't shout. He didn't lunge. Nevertheless, he was angry and his fists clenched so tightly that the veins in his arms bulged like roots of a tree under strain.
Jingzhe tugged on his ear and crossed one leg over the other. "I have already been recognized by the royal family as the father of the future Princess Jun Mingzhu. If someday that crown falls in Prince Long Wu's arms for any reason, I will be the father of the Empress."
Mo Liang's breath grew ragged. His vision tunneled. And then--he coughed.
Blood fell through his open mouth and splattered the floor.
Jingzhe drew his feet back with a look of disgust on his face. "Hey, I don't know what you caught in prison but don't infect me with it. Or perhaps it is that alien parasite which you brought back from space. By the way I paid around ten online fake news companies to spread that misinformation as much as they could.
