Upon hearing this, Qian Zhongfeng could no longer hold back a cold snort. He said sarcastically, "The Princely Heir himself said the situation was urgent. I imagine all of today's actions were taken out of necessity. What fault could there possibly be?"
Shen Yanchuan turned his head. "Lord Qian, as for what happened today, I still owe you an explanation—"
"I wouldn't dare!" Qian Zhongfeng stared straight ahead, cutting him off forcefully. "The Princely Heir had his reasons for everything he did. What right do I have to meddle? It was merely intercepting a death row prisoner mid-transit. Or are we to actually punish the Princely Heir according to the law?"
He let out a cold laugh, the mockery in his words couldn't have been more obvious.
Never mind that Shen Yanchuan was already acting on orders to investigate the Han Family and held special authority. Even without the Holy Emperor's decree, it would be impossible to convict him for today's actions.
