Inside the carriage, the emperor suddenly felt the carriage shake.
The little bronze mirror in his hand nearly flew out!
Eunuch Yu was scared out of his wits. He hurriedly called for help. "Protect His Majesty at once! That damned Marquis Jing'an is trying to assassinate His Majesty!"
Marquis Jing'an: ???
Assassinate whom?
His Majesty?
He froze for a long moment before stiffly raising his head and slowly looking toward the person stepping out of the carriage.
The tall, imposing, stern-faced emperor was glaring at him in fury!
The furrows between the emperor's brows deepened, and he snorted through his nostrils. "You damned wretch! You dared to kick me!"
He strode forward and sent Marquis Jing'an, who was being held down on his knees, flying with a kick.
Marquis Jing'an slammed into the stone lion again. When he scrambled up, his face had gone white with terror, and he stammered,
"I didn't know it was you, Your Majesty! I deserve to die! I am guilty! Forgive me, Your Majesty! Please forgive me!"
He kept kowtowing, his head striking the ground with loud thuds.
Even when his forehead split open, he dared not stop.
I'm done for, done for, done for, done for.
If the Ninth Prince was someone he could not afford to offend, then the emperor before him could have his head chopped off at the slightest displeasure.
The Xie Residence is going to perish at my hands.
He kept kowtowing. Even with blood pooling across the ground, he dared not stop begging for mercy!
"I am guilty! I am guilty!"
The emperor watched him in silence. He had been in such a good mood when he went out incognito today, so why had he run into such an ill-omened wretch?
"I think all that fighting has addled your