Zhao Jinming poked the dragon staff with anger on his face, and his clear voice echoed throughout the imperial study.
When most princes saw this dragon staff, they couldn't help but recall being hit by it, and it felt like a pain from the soul.
Everyone present had been hit by this dragon staff, including Zhao Tai, who was now sitting on the Longze Supreme Dragon Throne.
This stick was made by the founding emperor Zhao Jinquan, specifically for whipping the descendants of the Zhao family.
When a stick hits a person, it is extremely painful and may injure the skin and flesh, but it will not harm the root. Instead, it has the effect of tempering the will and eliminating distracting and evil thoughts.
But no one wanted to be beaten with a stick. After all, they were in public and lost face. Besides, they would have to stay in bed for ten days or half a month.
No matter whether it is a miracle medicine or a fatal healing move, it cannot make a person who has been hit by a stick recover. He can only recover slowly.
Some younger princes and dukes might just be afraid of the stick, but some older princes knew deeply that the one who was truly terrifying was the old prince.
Back then, their ancestor, the founding king, did not rule the country personally. It was this old prince who took over the government on behalf of his elder brother and made the Longze Kingdom prosper.
The way he judges, employs and kills people is unpredictable.
Even the current monarch Zhao Tai, who is very capable and powerful, is in a much easier situation than the Longze Kingdom was in back then.
This old prince had literally walked over the corpses of countless people.
Whether in terms of prestige, connections, skills, resources, or background, when this old prince was still alive, perhaps there was nothing he could not accomplish in the small territory of Longze Kingdom.
"Your Majesty, I will never interfere in state affairs, but this matter concerns our ancestors and our Zhao family, so I must intervene!"
There was an incomparable heaviness in Zhao Jinming's tone.
Zhao Tai said calmly, "What did the ancestor mean?"
"What do you mean?" Zhao Jinming roared, pointing his dragon staff at the jade seal in front of Zhao Tai.
"After such a short battle, the Zhao family's throne has already lost at least ten years of national fortune. What benefits did Chen Fei promise you? Do you want to be the king of a fallen country?"
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