Qin Jun's words boomed with finality.
The octogenarian, flushed with rage from his verbal tirade, still not satisfied, kicked over the charcoal brazier on the ground. The burning coals, glowing red-hot, tumbled across the floor, casting sparks in the direction of Yan Wanqing!
"Your Highness!" Cong Ge cried out, rushing forward to shield Yan Wanqing, but got her own calf scorched by the coals, burning a large hole in her skirt in an instant and blistering her fair skin severely.
"Qin Jun!" Yan Wanqing supported Cong Ge, her voice ice cold as she fixed her gaze on the elderly man: "You dare!"
"Miss, your servant is alright!" Cong Ge, fearing Yan Wanqing would get into a conflict with Qin Jun over her and thus delay the important matter of vindicating the Crown Prince, quickly tugged at her sleeve.
