"So, is this all right now? You've been running circles around these ministers and the envoys from Bei Xia. They've been terribly wronged by you, and now they might not even be able to attend court sessions. They'll have to stay home in quarantine and treat their illnesses."
"How should your brother speak of you, hmm?"
The Crown Prince stepped forward and grabbed Jun Ning, his eyes filled with reproach, resentment, and anger. His aura was as if he wished to strangle Jun Ning. But in reality, his grip on Jun Ning's small hand was very gentle.
Jun Ning, feeling guilty, hung her head low, not daring to look at her Crown Prince brother, always staring at the tips of her shoes.
To outsiders, it seemed she was so ashamed by the Crown Prince's scolding that she couldn't lift her head. Alternatively, it appeared that the Crown Prince was so fierce it frightened her into this state.
Regardless, the surrounding ministers were all delighted by the spectacle.
