Clearly, Yishaen did not like such things.
He struggled desperately a few more times under the iron net, which he couldn't figure out how it was made, heavy and soft, as if it clung entirely to his body, pressing against every inch of him firmly, yet all his struggles were in vain.
Frustrated and restless, Yishaen let out an angry howl from beneath the iron net.
"Shh! Don't shout, don't shout!" Yan Daoxin sat down next to the steps, "I've been holding back for months, with no one to talk to, so it's a good chance to chat with you, let those who were fighting have a break.
In fact, you shouldn't feel so indignant. Your little tricks were seen through by Lu Qing long ago.
It's because they noticed the poisonous incense that they found an opportunity for me to check the Holy Emperor's pulse, confirming he was chronically poisoned, and that's why they deliberately staged that show later for Lu Ze and Princess Consort Duan, using a death row convict to perform a substitution for me.
