(401 - 600 ) Unrivaled Medicine God

Chapter 402: Losing One's Wife as Well as One's Soldiers

Translator: celefoata_ Editor: RegiusProfessor

Time slowly trickled past. Zhao Chenggan's face became progressively darker.

He had already kneeled for a full six hours!

Qixia Mountain's gates were still tightly shut. There wasn't even a person who came out to say hello!

He was the dignified seventh prince! Wasn't Qixia Mountain this group of people taking him too lightly?

Zhao Chenggan really want to stomp off right now and then gather the Swift Wind Guards to come and slaughter all of these guys!

But when he thought of the Wind Emperor's faint voice, a gust of cool air welled up from the bottom of his heart, instantly extinguishing all of the flames.

Bearing the rod to come and ask for punishment was something that he made the painful decision to do after he thought for one night.

Before coming, he already planned out well. No matter how much humiliation he suffered today, he had to push through it!

Yet, when it really came down to it, he had no choice but to admit how great the difficulty was.

"His Highness, the Seventh Prince, has already kneeled here for many hours. The skies are almost turning dark soon. I heard that the lord's personality is very nice. What on earth did he do to make that lord on Qixia Mountain become so enraged?"

"Hehe, ignorant and ill-informed much? That lord's personality is pretty good, but once he truly becomes furious, even His Majesty, the Wind Emperor, has to make a concession!"

"Oh? Is there still some story in between this?"

That person briefly summarized the third prince's incident and said, "My guess is that Seventh Prince likely had a conflict with that person called Ji Qing and nearly killed him!"

"There was actually such a thing?! If that's the case, then it all makes sense! Seventh Prince is famously tyrannical in the capital and frequently kills people because of some small issue. But this time, he kicked a metal plate!"

"You can say that again!"

. . . . . .

There had never been a lack of meddlesome people in this world. No matter how long Zhao Chenggan kneeled there, they would crowd around to watch.

After several hours passed, everyone pretty much guessed the entire sequence of events.

Zhao Chenggan tried his best not to listen to these discussions. But the sounds of these comments still barged inside his ears ceaselessly, making it even more tormenting for him.

If not because today's matter was of utmost importance, he would definitely explode and kill people!

Right at this time, a 16 to 17-year-old azure shirt youth appeared in everyone's sight. It was precisely Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan slowly walked in front of Zhao Chenggan, stretched his waist, and gave a yawn as he asked with a curious look, "Mm? Isn't this His Highness, the Seventh Prince? What are you doing here?"

Zhao Chenggan forcefully suppressed the rage in his heart and said solemnly, " This Zhao Chenggan specially came here to admit his fault and ask for punishment! Young Master Ji, please inflict punishment!"

As he said, Zhao Chenggan pulled out a thorn from his back and delivered it before Ye Yuan with both hands.

Ye Yuan received the thorn rather playfully and asked with a smile, "What fault does Your Highness have? Ji Qing doesn't quite get it. That day, didn't Your Highness say that those who oppose you are all already dead? I wonder how Your Highness can seek the forgiveness of a dead person?"