Li Jixian hurriedly said, "This humble official understands."
The Emperor waved his hand, and Li Jixian turned and left by himself.
In fact, his injury was not serious, just some bruises and swelling on his face that looked quite miserable, not to the point where he couldn't walk. Having himself carried here was nothing more than an attempt to gain the Emperor's sympathy.
The Emperor knew this very well.
After returning to the East Palace, Li Jixian furiously smashed a few of his favorite official porcelain objects. He then scolded Ms. Ma harshly while pointing at her nose.
The servants were far away from the room, unable to hear what was being said.
Ms. Ma knelt on the ground, wiping her tears with a handkerchief, "My lord, I know I was wrong. Please don't be angry."
