Xiao Chenglin's eyes were icy.
"I truly do not know what Mr. Fan is talking about."
He looked up at Emperor Muwu and bowed with his hands clasped.
"Father Emperor, Mr. Fan appears to have lost his mind. I implore you to summon an Imperial Physician at once to examine him, lest his derangement lead him to spout more filth and defile your ears—"
"Me, spouting filth?"
Fan Chengzhuo pointed at himself as if he had just heard the world's greatest joke.
"Prince Jing! All these years, I have been utterly loyal to you. It was you! You drove me to this dead end!"
Emperor Muwu closed his eyes and slowly exhaled.
Ye Chutang glanced at him from the side and noticed the faintest frown crease his brow. His lips were somewhat pale.
'Looks like his heart is acting up again…'
Even though Ye Chutang had specifically given him medicine earlier, it likely couldn't handle every possible situation.
Ye Chutang asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, would you like to rest for a moment?"
