A moment ago, Min Jia had stopped moving and stood confidently. However, the next moment, upon seeing Chu Yihan's expression, she instantly collapsed to the ground.
Her face turned ashen as she cried out, "Ninth Imperial Uncle!"
If the arrogant and domineering disciples of the Imperial family had any fear for their elders, it wasn't their parents or the emperor. It was Chu Yihan!
When Chu Yihan was at the peak of his influence, they were still playing by the palace walls.
Now, upon hearing Chu Yihan's inquiry, Min Jia immediately lowered her head and explained politely, "Imperial Uncle, please forgive me. Min Jia didn't mean to offend. It's just that Su Yingxue deliberately struck Min Jia, leaving Min Jia's mother could not speak. Min Jia is afraid she might be a witch, so I did this!"
"Is that so?"
Chu Yihan's gaze shifted to Su Yingxue. His eyes were dark and profound, making it impossible to discern his expression.
