Jin Yi, the Left Chancellor, happened to "pick up" a badly wounded man as he left court.
The man had a baby face, and if you ignored the murderous intent in his eyes, he was unbearably cute.
"Save me."
Yan Peiyu slipped into the sedan chair, a sharp sleeve blade pressed against Jin Yi's neck.
A chill sent shivers rippling across Jin Yi's neck, but he leaned against the soft cushion, his expression utterly unchanged.
"Mm."
Yan Peiyu froze. "Mm?"
Jin Yi glanced at him. "Where are you going?"
Yan Peiyu held the sword up blankly. "I... haven't decided."
"Oh." Jin Yi calmly called outside, "Lift the sedan. Back to the Chancellor's residence."
"..."
