Oh no. This guy sounded a little sincere, and his eyes looked rather genuine, too.
Lianshan Xin spat a mouthful of blood onto the Crown Prince's chest, rubbed against it without betraying anything, then sighed inwardly.
No bulges.
Not a woman.
What a pity.
But why did he find this Crown Prince rather charming-even more charming than his kindhearted aunt? He could actually pluck at his heartstrings.
At that moment, Lianshan Xin even forgot to curse Thousand Faces and began concentrating on the question of the Crown Prince.
He kept feeling that something was wrong.
What he did not know was that the Crown Prince felt something was wrong, too.
His looks are utterly unremarkable. Why does seeing him cough up blood make my heart ache? The Crown Prince's thoughts were in disarray, his mind somewhat frozen.
As the exalted Crown Prince, he had always been well protected. This was his first time being targeted by a Great Grandmaster at such close quarters.
Then, at the critical instant, Lianshan Xin had descended like a divine warrior to rescue him, saving him from following in Emperor Yongchang's footsteps.
Is this what it means to owe a debt of life you can never repay? And here I thought I was a cold-blooded, heartless politician, the Crown Prince mocked himself inwardly.
He had always held himself to the standards of an emperor.
In the Crown Prince's mind, an excellent emperor had to be cold-blooded and heartless, making equal use of everyone. As long as he governed the realm well, certain fine virtues did not matter.
Now, however, the Crown Prince discovered that he still possessed the virtue of repaying kindness.
"Old Fei, come and check on A-Xin."
Seeing Old Fei standing protectively before him, alert to danger, the Crown Prince gathered his thoughts