C1733 Even My Master Is about to Die from Your Anger!

Xiao Yan spoke up, immediately drawing the sharp gazes of Wen Yu and Yi Jing. Fortunately, the Old Royal Uncle had recently been using a special ointment from Weng Huaisong, making his face so smooth it practically reflected light, unfazed by their blatant hostility.

"I swear on my life, Zhan Mu would never harm the Emperor," Yi Jing said, clutching the prayer beads at his chest