Hearing Jiang Pengji's question, he pulled himself together and clenched his fist into his opposite hand. He held them in front of his chest in a panicked manner. "If you're fine, it's better for you to not get involved."
Mortals suffered when gods fought.
In Shangjing City, there were two groups of people who could not be provoked. One was the relatives of the emperor, and the other was a group headed by eunuchs.
In the court, the two parties fought openly and sniped in the dark. Outside the court, they were like pins against an awl.
"Oh? I'm just asking about what happened. Why does it matter whether or not I offended them?" Jiang Pengji lazily lifted her eyelids. Although the manservant had good intentions, he sounded somewhat arrogant. She was just asking about it. It was her business whether she offended them or not. It was also her business if she was scared of trouble or not. Why would she need a third party to decide for her?