The Holy Maiden Uncovers My Coffin When I Just Become An Emperor's Corpse-Chapter 156 If You Could Draw the Sword…

There were only a few people at the scene who spoke in support of the Third Prince.

Among them, the Eighth Prince, Tang Zhenyuan, held the highest status.

The Ninth Prince was the first to question Tang Zhenyuan, seemingly with the intention of making an example out of him!

Tang Zhenyuan looked at the Third Prince, Prince Ningyang, Tang Ning, who was seated at the top.

However, Tang Ning merely smiled and drank his wine, showing no intention of intervening on the Ninth Prince’s behalf.

"Brother Eighth Prince, I only came here thinking it was just a banquet. I didn’t think much else!

Your sudden question caught me off guard, and I don’t know how to respond at the moment!" Tang Zhenyuan said as he pondered.

*He had initially thought that coming here could provide an opportunity to ally with the Third Prince, Tang Ning.*

*Who knew that Tang Ning, with his dramatically improved Immortality Technique cultivation, would gain such confidence.*

*He boldly stated at the beginning of the banquet that he wanted support to become a Crown Prince candidate.*

*And he even used the Ninth Prince to press him to speak.*

*Clearly, the Ninth Prince was prompted by Tang Ning to question him.*

*Otherwise, there was no way he would have the audacity to question him so boldly!*

"Brother Eighth Prince, since you didn’t consider it initially,

you might as well continue to think, as we can wait." A young girl, wearing a robe embroidered with blue phoenix and flying bird patterns, spoke up from another side.

She was the Twelfth Princess, of the Primordial Emperor, named Tang Rongrong!

At this moment, she held a cup of wine, her face expressionless.

"Is the Twelfth Imperial Sister also here to pressure Brother Eighth Prince?" Tang Qingqing said aside.

*She could tolerate it when the Ninth Prince spoke up.*

*But with the Twelfth Princess stepping in, she had to stand up to assist Tang Zhenyuan.*

"Thirteenth Imperial Sister, you are the youngest.

Even with your support, Brother Eighth Prince has no chance of becoming a Crown Prince candidate.

Why not join us and help the Third Imperial Brother?

Once the Third Imperial Brother becomes a Crown Prince candidate, we can all have good days ahead.

Why cause sibling rivalry over something impossible?" Tang Rongrong tilted her gaze slightly as she spoke.

"Imperial Sister, who told you that Brother Eighth Prince has no chance?" Tang Qingqing spoke firmly.

Tang Rongrong smiled.

"What? Thirteenth Imperial Sister.

Do you, like Brother Eighth Prince, believe that with the help of a dynasty emperor, there is a chance?

Moreover, the Tianquan Dynasty!

Why haven’t I heard of this name before? What remote little country is this!

Anything can be called a dynasty!

Isn’t it possible it’s just a monarch of a small country masquerading as a dynasty emperor?"

She looked towards the Ninth Prince opposite her.

"Royal Brother Ninth Prince, have you heard of this dynasty’s name?"

The Ninth Prince shook his head.

"It’s not any insignificant country that would catch my attention!"

The Third Prince, Tang Ning, set down his wine cup.

"Do not look down upon a dynasty you know nothing about!" he said coldly.

"Yes, Third Imperial Brother, we recognize our mistake." The Ninth Prince and Twelfth Princess, Tang Rongrong, immediately stood up and bowed in apology.

Both of them showed respect and awe toward the Third Prince, Tang Ning!

Making everyone see the authority of the Third Prince, Tang Ning.

*They were playing a good cop, bad cop routine—two played the red face, one the white.* Even Tang Qingqing could see what Tang Ning and his group were up to.

Tang Ning raised his hand.

"Sit down, pay attention next time."

"Yes."

Tang Ning looked toward Yang Yan.

"Monarch of the Tianquan Dynasty, please do not be offended.

My brothers and sisters are young and ignorant, hence their careless words!

In fact, I greatly welcome your support for Brother Eighth Prince. novelbuddy.cσ๓

But Brother Eighth Prince is young, with low cultivation, and knows little of governance.

He cannot win against me or the other powerful princes.

Wouldn’t it be better for you to join him and help me instead?

Support me to become a Crown Prince candidate!

Then there will be endless riches and glory to enjoy.

Why should we contest each other, ending up in a miserable state, right!

I trust as an emperor, you can see who has more potential and is worthy of your support!"

Yang Yan took a sip from his cup of wine.

"The wine is good, the people, not so much!" he said calmly.

With one sentence, he expressed his meaning.

The Third Prince’s face turned somber.

Bam!

The Ninth Prince read the situation and immediately slammed his hand on the table.

"You, a monarch from a small country, don’t appreciate the kindness shown to you.

Third Imperial Brother has been kind to you, showing utmost compassion.

Take a good look at your own cultivation, your position, before you dare act so audaciously.

Ask Brother Eighth Prince if he still dares to compete against Third Imperial Brother for the Crown Prince candidacy!" he said angrily.

Yang Yan did not even turn his head.

"Tang Zhenyuan, do you not want to compete for the position of Crown Prince candidate?"

Tang Zhenyuan promptly stood up.

"I invited the Emperor here to help me, solely for the position of Crown Prince candidate.

No matter who tries to stop me, I will relentlessly pursue the position of Crown Prince candidate!

I will not retreat!"

Yang Yan calmly uttered four words.

"Did you hear that?"

The Ninth Prince clenched his fists.

"Brother Eighth Prince, do you really believe that, with the support of an emperor from a mere Tianquan Dynasty,

you can compete against Third Imperial Brother for the position of Crown Prince candidate?" he said coldly.

The Eighth Prince, Tang Zhenyuan, remained unfazed.

"With the emperor’s support, it is enough!

Besides, I, as the son of our father, just like the Third Imperial Brother,

why can he compete, and I cannot?

When the time comes, let our skills do the talking!" he replied without backing down.

"If there are others who value me, they can support me equally."

*He tore away all pretensions and sought support right then and there.*

*Moreover, he sought support from the supporters of the Third Prince.*

"Brother Eighth Prince, you’re going too far!" The Third Prince, Tang Ning, no longer had a trace of a smile.

"It’s you who have gone too far, insulting the Tianquan Dynasty, insulting the emperor!"

"And if we insult, so what?

It’s your own fault for not recognizing the favor, Brother Ninth Prince, show Brother Eighth Prince the Sword Dao you’ve mastered!

I believe by then, he will no longer entertain the idea of competing with me for the Crown Prince candidate position." Tang Ning commanded.

As soon as the words left his mouth, a sword appeared in the Ninth Prince’s hand.

Profound Qi surged from his body, faintly forming the shape of an eagle.

"Brother Eighth Prince, I am now cultivating at the Other Shore First Layer Heaven, my Sword Realm cultivation has reached the Third Level of the Sword Force!

The Mind Realm!

This achievement was made possible because Third Imperial Brother helped me train in the sword pool of the Daoist Sect.

In my realm, I’m invincible at the same level!" the Ninth Prince stated, emotionless.

"He helped me, so if you oppose Third Imperial Brother, you are opposing me.

My sword will not show you mercy!"

His gaze shifted to Yang Yan.

"But we are brothers, and the father emperor has decreed that we must not kill one another!

If not for being within the royal capital, I would be the first to kill you.

But I cannot!

However, your supporter!

This emperor from a minor kingdom whom you rely upon, I can kill!

So that you all understand!

How formidable my Sword Realm and the supporters of Third Imperial Brother truly are!" The Ninth Prince fixed his gaze on Yang Yan.

"Stand up and draw your weapon!

Under my sword, none who do not fight back shall be spared!

Hurry, stand up!" he shouted angrily.

Yang Yan finished his cup of wine.

"So it’s me you want to fight!

Come on!

If you can draw your sword before my eyes, consider it your victory!"