Chapter 1487: Midnight

ich was laced with immense authority, Jiang Zhou felt his blood run cold and his breath catch in his throat.As the son of the same great emperor, the ninth prince's performance can only be described a...ct, which is originally limited to court politics, expand to our clansmen and their lives."After finishing his words, Su Zhen'ting didn't even glance at Zhao Xuanji's darkened face. He simply bowed an...