"Brother Zhu, you seem quite concerned for this ruffian's well-being!"
Zhao Ci's tone was perfectly calm as he spoke, as if he were completely unaware that he had just crippled a man's arm. But his words were filled with accusation.
Zhu Yan's expression faltered. He clenched the hand behind his back, which trembled slightly, and forced a smile. "Your Highness, that was not my intention at all. I simply thought this man had some talent, and it would be a shame to see him crippled. I acted in haste, just as Your Highness couldn't bear to see Brother Xiao injured a moment ago."
"You have a point!"
Zhao Ci seemed to agree wholeheartedly, then added, "It's just a shame Brother Zhu lacks experience in saving people. Had you been a little stronger, you might have been able to preserve a talent for the Great Yu. What a shame..."
Zhu Yan: "..."
'Are you calling me incompetent?'
