Yan Sihan's question took Marquis Zhaoren by surprise, causing him to pause as he bowed his head.
The Regent King knew why he pleaded, and now deliberately asked, either unwilling to let his son off or having some other demands.
So he bowed his head even lower, and said, "Old subject pleads with the Regent King to enlighten me."
Yan Sihan slowly got up from behind his desk and walked over to Marquis Zhaoren. He raised his hand to help him up.
Though he did not know why Marquis Zhaoren had come, he could not let a loyal and brave minister kneel so easily.
Moreover, Marquis Zhaoren had fought alongside his father, Prince Zhenan, and they were close as life and death. In his youth, he had even called Marquis Zhaoren uncle.
Marquis Zhaoren nervously stood up, his former pride and stature almost gone now that he was pleading for his son.
"Regent, my son may be stubborn, but his crime is not deserving of death."
