The guards waiting outside rushed over, scrambling to right the wheelchair and carefully helping Prince Zhao back into it.
Li Ji remained silent the entire time, seemingly unaffected by the sudden incident.
However, Hua Manman, who was closest to him, clearly saw him clutching the armrests of the wheelchair.
He was gripping them so tightly his knuckles had turned white.
Hua Manman's heart suddenly ached for him.
He was supposed to be the Great General who commanded battlefields and struck terror into the hearts of his enemies. He was a great hero to countless people.
Yet just a moment ago, he had fallen humiliatingly to the ground in front of everyone.
And he didn't even have the strength to get up on his own.
He had to rely on others just to live with a shred of dignity.
Li Yan stood to the side, apologizing profusely.
"I'm sorry, my hand slipped. It's all my fault."
By then, the Emperor had walked over.
