"Your Highness..." Qingming hesitated.
Feng Yexuan merely watched with cold eyes.
His gaze swept over Han Zhan, his eyes growing even colder.
Han Zhan frowned, displeased. "I injured myself accidentally. It has nothing to do with the Seventh Miss!"
"Why can't you say it clearly?"
Chu Qianli seemed not to understand his good intentions, her lips still holding that sarcastic smile.
"You struck me with a palm, and I stabbed you with a knife. It's fair. Why can't I say it?"
"He struck you?" The Prince's eyes instantly darkened.
With a sweep of his long sleeve, a chilling palm strike, indeed, flew directly towards Han Zhan.
Han Zhan was completely unprepared!
After all, no one would have expected the noble and aloof Prince Xuan to strike without warning.
There was no room for negotiation!
"Your Highness!"
"Han Zhan!"
"Be careful!"
Gasps of alarm rose one after another.
The palm strike, domineering and merciless, instantly reached Han Zhan.
Han Zhan immediately raised his palm to meet it. With a whoosh, his chest felt constricted.
His tall body remained still, but his feet slid backward on the ground for over ten feet.
The hard granite floor was marked by two deep gouges!
Qingming's eyes lit up.
This Han Zhan was indeed worthy of being the Duke's Mansion's foremost expert.
Although he was no match for the Prince, his internal energy was truly profound!
He himself was clearly no match for him!
Admiring a hero and valuing a hero, he truly did not wish for the Prince to kill Han Zhan just like that.
Qingming quickly said, "Your Highness, why not... why not hear his explanation first."
Feng Yexuan had already retracted his sleeve and stood in the wind, his demeanor still cold and his expression impassive. "Speak!"
Han Zhan coughed lightly, a bloody taste filling his mouth.
These Prince Xuan and his consort were both crazier than the other, a truly mad pair!
They would strike without hesitation, without any warning!
If he hadn't been strong enough, he would have surely died at the hands of this couple today.
But now, Prince Xuan wanted him to speak, so Han Zhan could only brace himself and explain.
He calmed his breathing and, with heavy steps, returned to face everyone.
Just as he was about to speak, Chu Huaiyu, who had just stood up, preempted him. "It's all my fault!"
"Huaiyu, this matter has nothing to do with you. It's just that I couldn't stand it..."
"It is Huaiyu's fault."
Chu Huaiyu walked towards Feng Yexuan. "Your Highness, all of this..."
Feng Yexuan's brow furrowed slightly.
Qingming, observing his expression, immediately blocked her. "Miss Chu, please state your case from where you are!"
Prince Xuan was devoted to his military campaigns and disdained women, disliking them approaching him the most.
This was known throughout the imperial city.
Chu Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, then her face suddenly flushed crimson.
Having lived for over a decade, and always praised as a beauty since childhood, this was the first time she had been driven away for getting too close to a man.
Truly driven away!
Even though Qingming's words were tactful, that was the implication.
Her complexion changed from red to pale, and finally to a deathly white, making her appear even more pitiable.
"Your Highness, I accidentally bumped into Little Seven and soiled her clothes, which is why Little Seven became angry..."
"Is that so? Which eye of yours saw me angry?"
Chu Qianli's lips curled into a smile, neither smiling nor not smiling. "From the moment you bumped into me, apologized, and cut your own finger, and your maid knelt begging for mercy, when did I say a single word?"
"After that, this man who appeared out of nowhere saw you were injured and struck me with a palm. When did I ever have a chance to explain?"
"Finally, you saw my husband approach and loudly told everyone that I used to adore this man."
Chu Qianli pointed at Han Zhan, the smile on her lips growing even colder:
"From beginning to end, what did I say or do? How did the result become that I am the eternal sinner who persecuted my sister?"