Zhu Li retorted, "Does upholding justice require a motive? If you had some other purpose, do you think you could hide it from my eyes?"
Looking at her wise eyes, Zhao Ci thought she was right.
'I was just born with a chivalrous heart.'
...
「Late at night.」
「Ninth Prince's Mansion.」
"How is he?"
"His hand was saved, but he probably won't be able to use a sword ever again. It's going to be hard to explain this to the Bao Family."
"It's fine! I'll take responsibility for this!"
Zhao Yong once again took the blame. After all, Zhu Yan and Bao Longtao were cousins, and he had been the one to connect Bao Longtao with the Ninth Prince's Mansion. Yet before Bao Longtao could even become a Mansion Official, his entire right hand was crippled.
If Zhu Yan were made to bear all the responsibility, it would truly breed dissent.
Zhu Yan sighed, cupped his hands, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness!"
