"Your Highness, this old man is not threatening you. I'm merely reminding you."
Not knowing what madness Su Xian was up to, Meng Shenji pondered for a moment before taking a step back.
"You don't need to remind me of that. If you have the time to worry about me, you might as well think about how you're going to compensate me." Su Xian stared coldly at Meng Shenji, leaving no room for dispute.
"Compensate you? What compensation?"
Meng Shenji froze slightly, utterly bewildered. How had this suddenly turned into compensation?!
Damn!
You didn't even understand that? No wonder you'd never become the dean—ah, spit!
Looking at Meng Shenji, Su Xian felt deeply disappointed. This old man clearly didn't understand the crushing laws of society.
His gaze sharp, Su Xian reminded him in an old-fashioned tone, "Although Yu Tianmin had no intention of assassinating me, she nearly caused me serious injury. And since you sent her, don't you think you should take responsibility for this?"
"But, Your Highness, weren't you unharmed?" Meng Shenji's mouth twitched as he argued.
"I was indeed unharmed."
Su Xian nodded involuntarily. He had originally considered giving himself a palm strike and coughing up some blood, but he realized it simply wasn't worth it for such a small sum of money, so he ultimately abandoned that plan.
"However..."
After a slight pause, Su Xian's expression turned grave and serious. "Just because I wasn't injured doesn't mean compensation isn't required. I only didn't blow this matter up because of my regard for Instructor Meng."
"Every year, those who claim they had no intention of assassinating my Imperial Father still end up piled high in the Mass Burial Grounds. What difference does it make whether anyone was injured or not?"
Meng Shenji: ??!
Was there a difference?
Fuck!