The Emperor's face darkened slightly, quite displeased: "No one in the Capital City wants to take your life!"
However, after saying this, the Emperor couldn't say more. Thinking about the person who made it impossible for him to say it convincingly, he coldly glanced at Prince Zhuang.
Prince Zhuang's eyes flashed with fear, vigilantly staring at Huangfu Jingchen—could this kid be planning to complain to his father here?
Huangfu Jingchen, with a look of admiration, said, "Grandfather is compassionate, and your grandson is grateful. Your grandson remembers, two years ago on your birthday, when I was returning to Yunzhou, there were people trying to take our lives. I was lucky to escape, but Cousin Hongzhi, Cousin Jinglun, and Cousin Taihe were not as fortunate as I was."
The Emperor's eyebrows jumped, and he scolded: "Nonsense, the three of them died of accidents, there's no 'luck' in that!"
