"Oh? Is it a misunderstanding?" Zhao Douan sat with legs crossed, lounging in his chair, fiddling with the gem-encrusted scabbard of the Chasing Saber.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's a misunderstanding, I can explain." Xu Zudi said, attempting to get up.
"Did I allow you to get up?" Zhao Douan couldn't be bothered to look at him, focusing solely on the scabbard.
Xu Zudi froze, but despite being watched by so many, sank back down and forced a smile: "This matter, this matter..."
Zhao Douan interrupted him leisurely:
"I am not one who disregards kinship. As you said, after all, we are relatives of Your Majesty, even if one commits a mistake, excessive humiliation is uncalled for."
"Yes, yes, yes," Xu Zudi nodded eagerly, completely aware of Zhao Douan's vengeful nature. Despite cursing Zhao Gou inwardly, he dared not provoke him in this situation.
"Moreover," Zhao Douan's fingers halted suddenly, with a smile on his face:
