Jiang Yingcheng was a girl of action. Almost the instant her inner voice fell silent, she was already itching to rise from her seat.
Yu Xingmian took in all the little one's movements and closed his eyes tightly in despair.
He had chosen to expose such harmless little matters at court only after weighing his options carefully.
He needed to prove his worth without offending the court officials too deeply all at once. This was his only way of giving them a hint-
Look, I know all the little things you want to hide, but I haven't struck you dead in one blow. You'd better know what's good for you, too, and not force me into a struggle where the fish dies and the net breaks.
But if the little one truly pointed out each piece of incriminating evidence right here at court...
Yu Xingmian sighed deeply, though he was not particularly afraid.
Having chosen this perilous path of licking blood from a knife's edge, he had already prepared himself to face danger from every direction.
Yu Xingmian opened his eyes, ready to accept the new trial the little one would bring him.
[Huh?]
The soft, sweet voice from atop the Golden Terrace sounded distinctly startled. [Is that how it is?]
Understanding dawned across Jiang Yingcheng's face, and she sat back down. As she kept murmuring inwardly, she raised her little hand and patted her chest twice.
She let out a long breath. [Good thing you reminded me, System Bro, or Chengcheng would've caused trouble for Uncle Yu!]
Yu Xingmian froze for a moment, then suddenly looked up toward the little one.
He had seen far too many children her age. Never mind those pampered from birth-even the many children he had rescued after sudden upheavals in their families were