The Emperor's face turned as black as a pot again; Long Rui, that Plague God, came, complicating matters. Even if he wants to protect the Fourth Prince, it will be impossible.
The horses galloped swiftly, and in an instant, a group arrived before them, and everyone jumped off their mounts.
Leading the group was a man standing eight feet tall, wearing a mask of blue face and fang, dressed in a dark-colored robe. His stature was tall and slender, his physique well-proportioned, exuding the noble air of royalty. Only a pair of eyes, occasionally squinted into thin slits, revealed a cold, ruthless nature inside.
He strode forward with long steps and quickly approached the Emperor, merely bent his body slightly, and said, "This humble servant greets the Emperor."
The Emperor worked hard to squeeze out a slight smile, "Beloved Minister, you have time today to participate in the hunt too?"
