His brow was dark, and the strength in his hand could almost break Yan Hengyin's wrist. He spoke word by word, as if he wanted to chew Yan Hengyin to pieces.
"Yan Hengyin, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Pei Shu'er let out a thunderous cough, and Tang Zan hurriedly gathered Pei Shu'er into his arms.
Pei Shu'er patted Tang Zan's hand, smoothing the feathers of the furious antagonist.
"So now, Third Prince, can we have a good talk?"
Yan Hengyin gritted his teeth. With such a huge handle caught in Pei Shu'er's hand, how could he dare to talk here?
It was originally a taboo in Dayan for a prince to privately mine iron and forge weapons.
If this news were to spread, no matter how favored his mother was, the outcome would be disastrous.
Even worse, his mother could be implicated.
Yet, he had no choice but to be subject to Pei Shu'er's control.
He had to quickly extract all the clues from Pei Shu'er's hands.
