"Why bother explaining?"
Dugu Shou stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and unperturbed: "Just report it back to him truthfully, saying it was my intention. If His Majesty is displeased, he may, as he did sixteen years ago, dismiss me with one decree."
A large amount of white mist spouted from the top of Zong Qianliu's head.
It was the cold sweat from Zong Qianliu's head, evaporating vigorously under the influence of his True Yuan.
"Why does Grandmaster say such things? His Majesty has always regarded you as a father, his respect and trust in you unwavering. In the past, His Majesty dismissed you merely out of concern that you might be swayed by vile people and get involved in the Princess Li case."
