After Lei Zhixin uttered that shocked accusation, he choked again, and more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He swayed twice with a dazed expression, then toppled over in a dizzy heap.
A deathly silence fell over Cloudbrook Hall.
The Ruler of Yanchu stood frozen in place, the pained expression still lingering on his face.
In an instant, all the dirty tricks Great Rui had played on the other kingdoms surged through his mind. A chill shot straight from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, and he practically foresaw a hundred and eight ways he was about to die.
No, wait.
Was this man sick in the head?!
He was not even trying to insult him. He genuinely wanted to ask.
He had barely stepped forward before someone stomped hard on his foot. Before he could even cry out in pain, the man who had stepped on him started coughing blood?!
He coughed blood just from falling over?!
Could someone this fragile really be a general?!
The Ruler of Yanchu's lips worked soundlessly for a long moment before he managed, "You..."
"Uncle Lei!!"
A shrill, anguished cry rang out behind him. The words he had yet to utter turned into a mouthful of old blood, stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.
Jiang Yingcheng's little legs churned furiously as she ran faster than she ever had since transmigrating.
The courtiers snapped out of their daze at that cry as well. After exchanging glances, they gathered around with concerned expressions.
"Uncle Lei." Jiang Yingcheng was genuinely terrified, tears trembling on the rims of her eyes and a distinct quiver in her voice. "Uncle Lei, are you all right? Waaaah-"
The little girl's cries were so anguished, and she looked so frightened