Francis Harmon has indeed rebelled. If not, how dared he cripple the Grand Steward's legs? Why hasn't he appeared in court for two days?
So when the Grand Steward finished speaking, the ministers were agitated, all demanding action against the rebellious traitor. Some even volunteered to lead the forces themselves, shouting enthusiastically. Of course, these ministers were also Francis Harmon's political enemies.
Yusuf Zuck descended from the throne with a cold expression, flicked his fingers, and two drops of the Dew of Creation fell on the Grand Steward's severed legs. Instantly, everyone watched as the Grand Steward grew a new pair of legs and feet right before their eyes, alive and kicking!
"Tell me in detail what you saw. I don't believe Francis Harmon would rebel!" Yusuf coldly stared at the Grand Steward. He knew exactly the weight of Francis Harmon—capable of corruption or messing with beauties, perhaps, but rebellion? How could he possibly do that?
