Prince Zhan, barely holding onto a breath, finally made it to the imperial court.
His entire body ached as if he were about to die; if the Imperial Physician were called now, it would likely be found that several of his bones were broken.
At his age, he had always lived a life of luxury and comfort.
So, he rarely got injured, and this was a severe injury, making the pain unbearable.
He unusually pleaded earnestly with the Emperor.
"Emperor, I implore you to stand up for this old minister! This wicked woman not only spreads false rumors and slanders this old minister everywhere, but also practices her evil sorcery outside the Imperial City, deceiving the entire city's populace to disgrace me. I almost could not see the light of day, about to die of unjust accusations!"
His cries were sincere, pouring his heart out, displaying more grievance than Princess Consort Zhan and Yu Wenjie standing nearby.
Yet, the mother-daughter pair remained extremely calm.
