Ning Yi closed his eyes, his whole body slightly trembling as his face went paper pale — with her sharp eyes, Feng Zhiwei could see that Ning Yi's wound was seeping red, and may have already been ripped open.
After a moment, Ning Yi kowtowed, quietly replying: "This was a guard in my mansion… but this son minister does not …"
At the point, the Tian Sheng Emperor interrupted, and coldly replied. "Since that is the case, you will stay in the side palace for now, and you can come out when this situation is cleared!"
This was already a matter of house arrest, waiting for conviction, and though it was not exactly what the various Princes had expected, they still watched with happiness, though a long sigh could be heard by the sharp eared.
Ning Yi bowed in position, and after a long moment said: "I understand."
