Emperor Jing glared at him and said, "Can you beat the second brother?"
"How is that possible!" The second brother could kill him with just a finger, not even a strand of hair! The prince shook his head desperately.
Emperor Jing snorted heavily, "I can't beat him either, so forget about complaining."
Emperor Jing was completely helpless with Nangong Liuyun. Others could use filial piety to pressure their own sons, but Emperor Jing was in the wrong from the beginning. If he dared to use filial piety to pressure Nangong Liuyun, the other party would probably just ignore him, which would be a humiliation for himself.
The prince suddenly felt like crying but had no tears.
"From now on, don't mess with the second brother, otherwise even I can't protect you!" Emperor Jing warned sternly, his eyes turning from the prince to the queen.
The Queen's eyes were half-closed, a dead, dejected despair in them. Seeing her former rival's son grow to this state, what else could the Queen do but despair? Rebellion? She couldn't even think of that.
Emperor Jing watched them walk away and sighed heavily. He was truly powerless to help Su Luo... He didn't know how to explain this to Patriarch Su.
Emperor Jing sighed, and in the evening, Old Ancestor Su entered the palace again.
"Master Su, I'm so sorry." Emperor Jing looked a little dejected and sighed, "The second son is determined to protect that girl, so you should give up."
Originally, Emperor Jing could have been very tough, because his son was now very powerful, but he also knew that Nangong Liuyun disliked him and wished that he, the father, did not exist.
Old Master Su narrowed his eyes and said, "Your Highness Prince Jin... has reached the tenth level?"
Emperor Jing nodded with lingering fear: "It is indeed the tenth level, absolutely genuine."
A trace of crazy jealousy flashed in Old Master Su's eyes! He had worked so hard for so many years to advance, and originally thought that he would make a big splash after coming out of seclusion. However, the existence of Nangong Liuyun severely shattered his self-esteem.
Because when he was in seclusion, Nangong Liuyun was not even seven or eight years old, but in the blink of an eye, although he was promoted to the eighth level, Nangong Liuyun was...
It's true that comparison is the real culprit. Old Master Su suppressed his jealousy and sipped his tea calmly: "Su Luo has also reached the eighth level?"
"That's not the case. The rumors are simply too exaggerated." Emperor Jing sneered, "I don't know what's going on. He's clearly at level five, yet rumors are spreading that he's at level eight!"
"Fifth level?" Old Ancestor Su's eyes were dark and unfathomable.
"It's indeed only level five. If you don't believe me, Mr. Su can verify it yourself." Emperor Jing smiled faintly. However, with Nangong Liuyun around, whether Mr. Su could see Su Luo was still an unknown.
"In half a month, the Youlong Ranking Battle will begin. Your Majesty, are you sure those people will come?" Old Master Su said half the words and left the other half.
Emperor Jing naturally understood the meaning of his words.
The Youlong Ranking Tournament always has a chief referee and four assistant referees. The chief referee has never been fixed, but this year, after so many rounds of rotation, it turned out that Master Rong Yun was the referee.
But with only half a month until the competition started, Master Rong Yun hadn't brought a single word. Thinking of Master Rong Yun, Emperor Jing's eyes suddenly lit up!
What a fool he is! Su Luo is the last disciple of Master Rong Yun. How could he not use such a good opportunity and instead spend all his resources to look for her?
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