Sang Zhi shot a glare at Mr. Li.
Mr. Li felt deeply wronged. "Eighth Prince, Miss Xiang, we must hurry. It's almost past midnight. By the time we reach the Imperial Palace, it will likely be one in the morning. The Emperor has been in discussions all day and has yet to rest."
Ye Qianning, having caught her breath, heard this and grumbled, "This is all your fault for the delay."
Mr. Li felt incredibly wronged. 'What a scapegoat I am!' he thought. 'Miss Xiang has all those Hidden Guards, but they just had to pick on a lone eunuch like me. Who can I possibly reason with?'
Sang Zhi bent down and, with a bit of effort, lifted her into his arms. His footing was unsteady, and he wobbled for a moment before shakily carrying her onto the carriage.
Mr. Li was astonished. 'The Eighth Prince can actually carry her…'
It made him wonder if becoming a eunuch caused a man's physical strength to decline.
