Upon saying this, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel hesitated, but under Lin Jiaojiao's intimidating gaze, he reluctantly told the truth: "Prince Duan visited this humble official when Prince An had his accident."
No more words were needed, as the Regent King's Consort seemed to understand. Although she didn't want to mention this, she feared suspicion later on, so it was better to tell.
Even though Prince An was in trouble, the Regent King was still around, and he knew the principle of birds choosing the best tree to perch on.
"Prince Duan?" Lin Jiaojiao furrowed her brows, feeling suspicious.
Upon hearing the name 'Prince Duan,' Marquis Zhaoren seemed to open a floodgate of words: "This Prince Duan is not someone to be trifled with. Sir Liu, you must be cautious."
"Your advice is well taken, my lord," the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel responded with an awkward laugh. This laughter revealed his unease, perhaps due to his own thoughts of siding with Prince Duan.
