"Is Your Majesty blaming me?" Xun Zihuai paused, feeling aggrieved.
"No."
Qiann Yan's straightforward answer made Xun Zihuai laugh, with a hint of joy and pride in his expression: "As long as you don't blame me, it's fine."
"He used to disturb you frequently. I was afraid it would affect your rest, so I came up with a method to keep him busy. This method is good; he doesn't have time to disturb Your Majesty now."
Xun Zihuai's eyes darkened again: "This person has always coveted Your Majesty's throne. Keeping him is always a hidden danger. If Your Majesty finds it difficult to deal with, I can give him some slow-acting poison that no one would detect. Even if the Prince and Princess find out, they wouldn't blame it on Your Majesty."
