Han Zhao turned pale with shock, quickly kneeling down to apologize while wiping Jiang Shu: "Crown Prince, did the tea burn you? It was this old servant's clumsiness!"
Emperor Yue's face darkened, he gave Han Zhao a kick: "The older you get, the more confused you are, unable to handle even the simplest tasks!"
Jiang Shu quickly responded: "Your Majesty, it was my carelessness, it has nothing to do with Eunuch Han, the spilled tea only wet my clothes, it didn't harm me. May I be excused to deal with it?"
Listening to him say this, Emperor Yue's expression eased a bit, he said: "Go!"
Han Zhao turned pale: "This servant will also help out, as a way to make amends for my mistake!"
Emperor Yue nodded in agreement.
Jiang Shu moved to a side room. Luckily only part of his sleeve was wet, he took out two scrolls, set them aside, then let Han Zhao and a palace maid repeatedly soak up the tea from his sleeve using a dry towel.
