"It wasn't me!"
"I didn't do it!"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Zhao Ci flatly denied it, his voice tinged with anger. "It's one thing for them not to trust me, but you too? The officials from the Imperial Clan Court just came down to investigate. Only the people who fought Yang Mo were poisoned. The ones with diarrhea weren't."
What kind of person do you take me for?
In your eyes, am I, Zhao Ci, nothing but a petty, conniving scoundrel?"
By the time he finished, he even sounded somewhat wronged.
His words made Zhu Li feel a little guilty. She shrank back and said, "I-I didn't! I just feel that I'm not weak, so I wanted to win with a bit more glory. I wasn't talking about you..."
