I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

The Great Zhou Imperial Palace, the Golden Palace.

With the arrival of a thin, unremarkable young man, many ministers rushed forward to greet him, and the chaotic hall quieted down considerably.

This person is none other than the Seventh Prince Qin Feng, who has recently become the most prominent figure in the capital!

"Seventh Prince, this way please!"

"You are a prince, your seat is over there, this is the seat for officials of the fifth rank and below."

A middle-aged official led Qin Feng to the front, near the steps in front of the dragon throne, a position reserved for the princes.

There, several princes were already standing, chatting idly.

As Qin Feng arrived, they all turned to look at him, their expressions mostly showing dissatisfaction and contempt.

Although Qin Feng has been very popular recently, he is still no match for them. They have a hundred ways to kill Qin Feng.

"Thank you, Lord Shen. Please, Lord Shen as well."

Qin Feng nodded slightly and extended his arm to let the middle-aged official go first.

Whether in speech or behavior, Qin Feng was impeccable.

Many officials nodded silently in approval upon seeing this, especially some older ministers who couldn't help but stroke their beards.

The seventh prince, Qin Feng, may very well be able to contend for the position of crown prince in the future!

Just then, Qin Li ignored the guards outside the hall and rushed in, brandishing a sword. "Get out! All of you, get out of the way!"

"If General Su can wear a sword and shoes in the palace, why can't I, the prince, do the same!"

"If you dare to obstruct this prince again, believe me, I'll chop you all down with my sword..."

The guards were so frightened that they dared not stop them any longer and retreated outside the hall.

Qin Li's arrival immediately provoked discontent among many ministers.

Who was General Su? His entire family were loyal and devoted, and his privilege of carrying a sword and wearing shoes in the palace was a special permission granted by the late emperor.

Who do you think you are, Qin Li?! You're ruthless and vicious, committing countless evil deeds, all because you were born into a good family.

Just wait and see how His Majesty deals with you later.

In contrast, the Seventh Prince Qin Feng is truly a breath of fresh air, sent by Heaven to save the Great Zhou.

Seeing the disgust in the eyes of many ministers around him, Qin Li's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

That's exactly the effect he wanted.

That's why you'd say he's the villain.

This sword will come in very handy soon.

After entering the main hall, Qin Li scanned the crowd.

He wanted to see what the legendary protagonist looked like.

With just one glance, Qin Li recognized Qin Feng in the crowd.

Gee tut.

As expected of the protagonist, although he is not handsome and is quite ordinary-looking, his brows are full of determination. Given time, he will surely achieve great things!

His physique was still somewhat thin and frail, suggesting that a mere month was insufficient for the protagonist to properly repair his weak body.

"My goodness!"

"Why did you come in carrying a sword?"

"Qin Feng is rising in power and is currently favored by His Majesty. Instead of avoiding the limelight, you're making trouble for yourself."

An obese official in a purple robe stepped forward, grabbed Qin Li's sleeve, and earnestly advised him.

Prime Minister Xiao Yuanlu, the original owner's father-in-law, appears kind on the outside but is treacherous on the inside, earning him the nickname "Smiling Tiger".

Just as Qin Li was about to speak, a stubble-faced military officer swaggered over and spoke on Qin Li's behalf:

"Ugh!"

"Look at what Prime Minister Xiao is saying."

"What's wrong with my eldest nephew carrying a sword into the palace? He should have been carrying a sword a long time ago! That's what a member of the Wang family should be like! Hahaha!"

The speaker was the original owner's uncle, General Zhenwu, Wang Hu!

Looking at the two men beside him, one a prime minister and the other a general, one the head of the civil officials and the other holding a large army, and then looking at Qin Feng who was now all alone, Qin Li really didn't know how he could lose.

But the idea had barely popped into my head.

Snapped!

Qin Li wished he could slap himself right then and there.

Hey!

How could I have such thoughts?

It's important to know that this is how villains always lose.

To defeat the protagonist, you must go all out from the start, or you'll be the one who dies.

Thinking of this, Qin Li picked up his sword and led Wang Hu to Qin Feng's side.

Seeing Qin Li suddenly walk towards him, Qin Feng was startled and took a step back with his right foot.

What happened?

He neither provoked Qin Li nor offended him.

Why is he coming towards me?

But then I thought about it again, and realized that Qin Li was exactly that kind of person.

Qin Li is the one who provokes others, and no one else has the right to provoke Qin Li.

They probably saw that he was recently favored by the emperor and were unhappy about it, so they came to cause him trouble.

"Seventh brother, why don't you bow to your elder brother?"

Qin Li, true to his villainous ways, took the initiative and said with a forced smile.

If it weren't for the fact that killing Qin Feng here would be too messy, Qin Li would have really wanted to do it right here and end it all, eliminating any future troubles!

He didn't want to give the protagonist a chance to grow stronger; killing the protagonist when he was at his weakest would save him a lot of trouble.

Qin Feng bowed and said, "Please forgive me, elder brother. I haven't fully recovered yet. A few days ago, I accidentally fell into a dry well in my own residence and injured my knee, so I can't perform the proper greeting."

Falling into a dry well?

Are you sure this isn't a perk the author of Dog Bag gave to the protagonist?

Needless to say, there must be treasures down in the well, either martial arts manuals or rings belonging to old men or young women living inside.

Qin Li gave Wang Hu a wink, signaling him to try out Qin Feng.

According to the original owner's memories, there is a distinction between martial arts in this world.

Ranks range from one to nine, with grandmasters and great masters above the ninth rank.

A master can be worth ten thousand troops!

He wanted to see what level Qin Feng's cultivation had reached.

Snapped!

Wang Hu's tiger-like palm patted Qin Feng's shoulder.

Qin Feng's body suddenly sank downwards, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Wang Hu frowned and increased the pressure on his hand. If it were an ordinary person, they would have already knelt down and begged for mercy.

But Qin Feng, as expected of the protagonist, gritted his teeth and sweated profusely, refusing to kneel down.

"Alright!"

Qin Li spoke, Wang Hu withdrew his hand, and Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, Qin Li suddenly raised his voice and deliberately said loudly:

"Seventh brother, you're not being honest! Didn't you say you were weak and had fallen into a dry well, injuring your knees?"

"My uncle is a martial arts master of the eighth rank. The fact that you could hold your ground for so long without kneeling means you're alright!"

"His physique is not only not weak, but very strong. He has long since embarked on the path of martial arts. His sickly appearance before was all an act."

"As for falling into the dry well, that's probably fake too!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's lips twitched violently, and he almost lost his composure.

He didn't kneel down, so he's wrong?

He wanted to explain, but Qin Li had already turned and left with Wang Hu, not giving him a chance to speak at all.

"Nephew, this good-for-nothing has just entered the martial arts world, a mere third rank. If you hadn't stopped him, your uncle could have easily defeated him with one hand..."

Wang Hu, a man of strong limbs but simple mind, couldn't understand Qin Li's purpose in doing this.

Qin Li sheathed his sword and smiled slightly.

It's normal for Wang Hu to not understand; after all, he's the villain's uncle. Once he understands, he'll be Qin Feng's uncle.

However, Qin Li was still somewhat amazed by the protagonist's prowess.

The protagonist was a useless piece of trash who couldn't even kill a chicken a month ago, but a month later he has reached the third rank of martial arts, which is comparable to the speed of a rocket.

Looks like I need to find some time to take him out quickly, otherwise...

However, it seems he doesn't need to do it himself.

After he finished speaking and left, everyone in the hall turned their attention to Qin Feng, and they began to discuss among themselves.

It turns out that the useless seventh prince was faking it all along.

Qin Feng had been practicing martial arts for a long time, and his skill level was quite high.

Otherwise, why would he have been able to resist kneeling for so long under Wang Hu's pressure?

They even thought Qin Feng was polite and a breath of fresh air among the princes.

Looking back now, they really want to slap themselves.

However, they would rather slap Qin Feng in the face.

Pretend?

So you can pretend?

What good would it do you, Qin Feng, to pretend to be a useless prince?

Oh ~

They understood.

Qin Feng was concealing his true abilities, waiting for the right opportunity to soar to great heights.

The other princes looked at Qin Feng with even more murderous intent.

It turns out that their seventh brother was hiding his identity so well.

They want to fight them for the throne? They deserve to die!

From then on, they set their sights on Qin Feng, keeping a close eye on his every move!

Qin Feng can't escape their eyes no matter what he does.

Standing there, Qin Feng felt so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood.

How come I was targeted all of a sudden?

He is still very weak and needs a long time to grow and develop.

Being targeted now means certain death.

What exactly happened?

Will anyone come and tell him?

Qin Feng felt a groundhog howl in his heart.

Just then, a eunuch outside the palace suddenly announced in a loud voice: "His Majesty has arrived..."