"Your subordinate failed, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Anyi obediently knelt on the ground to plead for forgiveness.
Mu Wensheng swallowed, the pain from the superficial wound gradually calming him down. His tightly clenched hands slightly loosened, "It's my poor skills, how could I blame you. Stand up."
Hearing this, Anyi stood up. He appeared respectful, but in reality, didn't put Mu Wensheng in his eyes at all.
What could Mu Wensheng do? Punish him?
Anyi was clearly acting on Shen Qi's orders, deliberately teaching him a lesson.
Thinking of this, Mu Wensheng glanced at Shen Qi standing nearby without showing any expression.
Master and servant alike, they were both equally detestable.
Ignoring his resentful gaze, Shen Qi stuffed the handkerchief into his chest and pinched his chin, examining him closely before smiling, "You seem to have lost weight in the past few days, Your Majesty. You're not as good-looking as before."