In his home, Lai Ran had endured the pain of drawing blood once, and whenever he recalled it, his heart ached immensely.
At this moment, faced with baseless accusations, he couldn't bear to see his precious daughter's finger pricked again.
The person who had just clamored that Leng Yu Yan, if not Lai Ran's biological daughter, should be executed, raised his voice again, "Does Prince Zhenbei have any other method? Merely avoiding is not a solution, Prince Zhenbei is showing too much disrespect to the Emperor!"
Hearing this, the Emperor secretly nodded.
This man had indeed voiced his inner thoughts.
Lai Ran glanced coldly at the man, his eyes carrying an unmistakable chill. The man had a sharp, monkey-like face, full of deceit, a parasite that should not remain in the court.
Seeing Lai Ran ignoring Liu Ming, the Emperor spoke, "Prince Zhenbei, if you have any method, please feel free to speak."