Jun Fulin was in no mood to listen to any promises now. "Qian Xingzhi, tell Lord Song and the others for me: I have been framed for plotting against Jun Fuying. They must find out the truth..."
"Your Highness, after His Majesty gave the order, several officials have done their best. Besides, it is extremely difficult to make His Majesty revoke his decision. There is likely little room for turning this around."
Jun Fulin, doused by Qian Xingzhi's cold water, turned angry: "Qian Xingzhi! You clearly said..."
"Do you remember, Your Highness," Qian Xingzhi felt the emotions belonging to Yan Zhaoshuang stirring in her mind again. She felt anger surging, as if a voice inside clamored for her to vent her hatred and take revenge, "I once said that if you let me assist you, Heaven would surely bless you."
Jun Fulin froze. Though slow, he sensed the change in Qian Xingzhi's tone. His eyes turned fierce. "...What do you mean?"
He glanced outside. The mansion was full of attendants. If he made an unusual noise, guards would rush in and it would be easy to capture Qian Xingzhi. Should he call for them? He hesitated, then thought of the martial arts expert behind him. What if a desperate struggle cost him his life?
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