Ning Chen stared coldly at Zong Sibo. "You old scoundrel. Do you really think this prince has no temper?"

Zong Sibo bowed. "My lord prince is a man of slaughter and the battlefield. Who under heaven would dare say my lord prince has no temper? What this old man has done today is without the slightest private motive. It is all for the Great Xuan.

My lord prince holds a sharp sword. He is welcome to kill this old scoundrel with a single stroke... But even if I die, this old man will say the same thing: I beg my lord prince to give up his power."

A censor hurried over and stood behind Zong Sibo and said loudly, "We beg my lord prince to give up his power!"

"We ask my lord prince to return command of the realm's armies to His Majesty!"

"For the Great Xuan's sake, we ask my lord prince to give back his command!"

More and more of them came to stand behind Zong Sibo, pressing Ning Chen to hand over his command.

Ning Chen's face went still and heavy.

Li Hanru and the others looked very worried. Ning Chen was being roasted over the fire now.

Zong Sibo said passionately, "My lord prince's power reaches the sky. You may kill us all in front of His Majesty... For the sake of the Great Xuan's stability, we will die without regret!"

Ning Chen's eyes were ice. "You think this prince wouldn't dare?"

"Of course my lord prince would dare. My lord prince's power now rises above His Majesty's. What wouldn't he dare? If he dares to kill us today, tomorrow he will dare to give the Great Xuan a new master."

Instead of getting angry, Ning Chen laughed, his face full of mockery. "What a fine pack of loyal ministers, and what fine selflessness... Are you really so fair and selfless?

Some of you are in it for power, some for fame, some for profit!

This prince fought north and south and swept through every state, and you grew afraid, because with this prince around,…