"Old Xu, hold on." Chu Zhiyuan waved a hand.
Xu Qingyun immediately wore a bitter expression, looking at Chu Zhiyuan eagerly.
Chu Zhiyuan, slightly smiling, said, "How did Father retract his decree, sparing me from the whip?"
Only by doing so could it align with the nature of the Ninth Prince, Chu Liezhao, all along.
Chu Liezhao could become smarter, more meticulous, more profound, but could not change his true nature.
He could be broad-minded to others, but towards the Emperor, he was petty, vengeful.
The father and son seemed like enemies.
"Well..." Xu Qingyun sighed inwardly, showing a bitter face, "Ninth Prince, don't make it hard for this old servant."
"What's difficult for you?!" Chu Zhiyuan snorted, "Just speak the truth."
Xu Qingyun cupped his hands pleadingly, bowed, "Your Highness knows, this old servant cannot say much."
"Heh, you old fox, slippery as an eel!"
"Heh heh, thank you, Your Highness, thank you, Your Highness, this old servant takes his leave!"
