Li Yan had not expected that his few words would anger his Imperial Father to the point of a heart attack.
After seeing his Imperial Father being hastily helped away, Li Yan panicked.
He was resentful, yes, but only because his father couldn't treat his sons equally. He had never, from start to finish, wanted to anger his Imperial Father to the point of harming him.
He climbed up from the floor and, leaning on his crutch, walked toward the adjacent room.
As he passed by Prince Zhao, Li Yan paused.
He said viciously, "I will remember this debt for you killing my mother. Sooner or later, I will make you pay with your blood."
Li Ji didn't even spare him a glance.
Li Yan limped out, leaning on his crutch.
Li Ji walked to the side of the bed and looked down at Consort Liu, who was covered by a white sheet.
