No matter how Zhang Yu struggled, his fingers were still in Xiao Baoxin's hands. In the end, he gave up. If he didn't stop the bleeding in the end, his fingers would be broken again.
"Don't be anxious. Isn't your hand injured? Isn't it excusable even if it's later?"
She was originally very beautiful and did not need to care whether he was feeling emotional or not. She had more important things to listen to. She could not keep listening to him praise her. Was there an end to that?
Was she proud? Was she proud?
Did she discriminate against others?
There was.
".. Usually, the Emperor had never summoned the Minister so late. This time, I don't know what's going on. Of course, I'm not asking. I'm just saying that it's understandable for your hand to be injured. The Emperor has always been wise and won't blame you for this."
Zhang Yu smiled apologetically and did not say anything. Even if the Emperor wanted to blame him, he had to be alive…
