A young man in a four-clawed dragon robe walked out of the room. His large, hooked nose radiated a fierce air, his eyes looked down on everyone, and he moved with a leisurely pace, an arrogant aura striking like summer lightning.,He merged with the memories of the Nine Princes, suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the ferocious Prince, and curled the corners of his lips into a faint smile: "Brother Prince, you might have lost... I'm still alive!",Now being outsmarting myself...Will Father let him off the hook。