Chapter 2190 - 2192: Picking a Fight

Who knew it wasn’t at all like that, this was clearly someone snatching another’s son to make him their own son.

"Little Highness..." the voice of a court lady came from outside again.

"Get lost from this Highness’s sight." The arrogant voice of the heir of Prince Le was heard from outside.

Hearing this, Yangyang went out, only to see him kicking the court lady.

"What kind of madness are you doing again?" Yangyang glared at him, "Taking it out on a court lady, aren’t you shameless?"

"It’s my pleasure, who are you to interfere?"

He bypassed Yangyang and stepped right inside, without the host’s permission, he surveyed the entire palace, a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes, mixed with some resentment.

But he sneered, "Hmph, a bastard is a bastard, no respect at all, even the living accommodations are shabby."

"Who are you calling a bastard?" Yangyang suddenly jumped in front of him, poking a small finger at his nose, "Say that again if you dare!"

The heir of Prince Le knew Yangyang was formidable, last time he could take on several by himself, but today he wasn’t afraid, because he brought even more people, much stronger than last time.

"I’ll say it, you’re a bastard." The heir of Prince Le shouted defiantly, "What qualifies a bastard to be father’s child? Your living conditions aren’t as good as mine, your food isn’t as good as mine, and you don’t have as many people as I do, what are you bragging about? I’m telling you, get lost immediately, if not, when I’m the Emperor, you’ll surely meet your end."

Actually, he was just bluffing, and his words were rather insecure.

His troublemaking with Yangyang today was purely out of spite, because he overheard his father talking with two ministers, saying that he didn’t intend to succeed himself but to choose one of the two children.

From what he gathered, it seemed his good father favored this little bastard more.

This child wasn’t even his father’s son, he’d heard about it, and the little bastard himself said he was the son of Marquis Changning.

His father must have lost his mind to prefer someone else’s child over his own son for the throne.

This was simply outrageous!

He was determined to drive this child out of the palace!

"Idiot!" Yangyang looked at him disdainfully, "Didn’t get enough of a lesson last time? Dare to provoke me again? Today, I’ll beat you so that even your parents won’t recognize you."

This boy was naturally a bit hot-tempered, and now being called a bastard, there was no holding back, he lunged forward at once.

The heir of Prince Le was knocked to the ground by him, both of them forgetting to use martial arts, and just started wrestling each other.

As for those he brought, intending to step forward and help, they were stopped by an old poison master, "What are you meddling for when two masters are fighting?"

"Brat, I’m going all out with you."

"Idiot, aren’t we fighting right now?" Yangyang disdainfully threw another punch, "Calling me a bastard, I’ll beat you to a pulp. Want to fight with me? When I was fighting, you didn’t even know where you were playing in the mud."

The heir of Prince Le was no match for Yangyang, and in a few moments, he was bruised and swollen, his hands too weak to fight back.

"Yangyang, that’s enough."

Upon hearing the poison master’s words, Yangyang finally stopped.

"Stay out of my way in the future, or you’ll regret it."

The heir of Prince Le stood up, looking at Yangyang with a sinister gaze that was nothing like that of a six or seven-year-old child.

The murderous intent in those eyes even made the poison master shiver.