Jiangxi, Nanchang
In Prince Ning's Mansion, Zhu Quan's face was covered with dark clouds. He looked at Zhu Panxuan, who was standing in front of him with his head bowed, clenching his fists.
Zhu Panxuan knew that he was in trouble and did not dare to raise his head despite Zhu Quan's gaze.
"Are you afraid?"
The door of the room was closed, and there were close guards guarding the door. Zhu Quan still lowered his voice, but the anger in his voice could not be suppressed no matter what.
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