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.,A beautiful woman in palace attire rushed forward, her exquisite face filled with sorrow and anger: "Tian'er is dead!",The Crown Prince's voice was as cold as ice: "Younger Brother, if you dare to vie for a woman with me, there is only one path left - death."。