The old clan head and the others went deathly pale.

"My lord prince, all of this is only your guesswork. There's no evidence for it at all... If you wipe out my Yuliu clan on that alone, aren't you afraid of what people will say?"

Ning Chen gave a sneering laugh. "Old clan head, have you forgotten what kind of man this prince is?

In all fairness, this prince is being very reasonable. At least you get to know why you're going to die.

If it were the woman emperor, do you think she'd explain anything to you? She'd say one thing: send in the army and level the Yuliu clan to the ground.

You all know perfectly well that come tomorrow morning, this prince probably won't remember any of today... So while this prince still has a clear head, every danger gets strangled in the cradle.

Ning'an Army, hear my order! Slaughter the Yuliu clan. Not a chicken or a dog is to be left!"

Wu Tiezhu's voice rang out. "This officer obeys!"

The old clan head and the others had gone white as paper, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

Nobody dared doubt Ning Chen's word. He was the god of war of Great Xuan, the ever-victorious general of the battlefield. His word was a military order, and a military order is a mountain.

The old clan head was frantic. "Please calm your anger, my lord prince! We do have a way to cure you, but we are not traitors guilty of rank treason."

Xiao Yanxi's face had turned to ice. "So Ning, dear, guessed right. You do have a way to cure him, but you won't use it... What are you after?"

The old clan head sighed, turned to Ning Chen and pleaded, "I beg my lord prince to give this old one a chance to explain."

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes at her. "Fine. This prince will give you a chance to explain... But remember this, all of you. You get one chance. This prince never gives anyone a second."

The old clan head glanced at…